James McLain

Gold Star - 40,778 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Ey It's Why I Loved A Good Milking - Poem by James McLain

Because she knows as I no naught
self taught I'm caught inside her meaty fist.
And you knew naught
those fleashy lips are open wide in a big toothy grin.
The rain hath wrought a blinded eye
as lightning speeds it's wisdom through the old pines.
Chirping cricket's that hide, what they yearned to say
all knowing calling out rubbing wing's speak her name.
Bright lightning
has caused the heavy cows to give up all their milk.

Topic(s) of this poem: green

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 20, 2016

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