Is It Milk, 'You Utter - Poem by James McLain
are we all
well in quite the honey drew
from Bonny knobs
just a cup of milk
in life he sought.
Lips pursed and shaking
hunger driven thoughts of you
river streams all have dreams
heavens dew, I knew.
Glasses full half in half cream
butter such are lovers seen.
Tipping arms that walkaways churn
lovely is her name to know.
Flying across green fields expand
eye to eye can't see them all
those wooden fences
hungers sheen flavors misty sky I call.
Favors lace a silky place just in chance
of line to time play one day.
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