A Fountain At The Tip Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

A Fountain At The Tip



Coming up around and over the top
the body seen every jerk
each bush that was no longer is
and runing down the middle finger stops
a fountain at the tip
from whence the river flows
bald the hill and stepping stones
each one is known where flowers grow
and skies are never gray the sun it shows.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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