Come, Don'T Swear Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Come, Don'T Swear



Coming, going away,
it keeps,
never really can I do not flow and want you with - yet.
As for tears…
When, whether it must come,
it is with sad dissatisfaction,
see I see the sea!
Racing faucet!
Dripping faucet!
Come don't swear.
Even when the panties by the middle tear.

Monday, November 22, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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