In French It's Not All In The Suggestion - Poem by James McLain
In French It's Not At All in the Suggestion;
Nor all or what it is inside contained,
the silk of cotton face, I've traced therein.
how it feels when it moves in it's 'Emotion'.
Red of color lends and bleeds each covered face.
Men how American and the thought that such
a sight and they would rather loose an eye
then too come right out
and say they leave room for breakfast.
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