Crimson Loves And Shadow Girls Poem by James McLain

</></>What Is it with you and some spunky filled up stuck kids.
This when read would it not be to be not less but more erotic.
But the subject is what about the smarter kids?
If I weren't eighty and nearly sixteen years like you of age....
I still find it quite what you said never stop, don't quite Disturbing.
Cups being half full or never empty,
each is of thine own grapes apples or peaches.
Though being walk about a man down under.
I found out that you count on all the trees.
More coming often when your not.
I count leaves on trimed tanned bushes.



Crimson Loves and
under beds hide Shadow Girls.