A Sneaky Hand Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

A Sneaky Hand



You seem to get much stronger
every morning when we rise.
The dreams are strange,
and dreams they are.
The mask over which.
Her hand that always moves
around his life she owns.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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