Heavy Sweat* Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Heavy Sweat*



My thimble I canna find
tinker fell down
lid is askew you knew
where to find me
my wad I blew
funeral went bad
another hole filled in
sweat on my palms.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: funeral
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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