Isitpoetry@live.Com Poem by James McLain

I'; the VELvet always judged to level with you,
l' eye to be observed I finally found the devil in you sometimes;
But why I don't want to really be;
Bout strings one singing the blue each one.
When it comes to the dictionary you'' 'about best off ever which I'
the VELvet met, But all this little is will still obtain to from tear's you.
But I don't want to really be Bout a singin',
blue the You known as ones that you and m' like.
But if you m' really like it,
Then why you treat me this way, Your play is world this you'
Re: still gone done It'; with far and then it' S, window above sill,
Well a day I won't play of it, play of iT;
If very that I make is hook you in the same old shameful 'I' lies of it;
the Love' S right must look you with various eyes '
Cause I don't want to really be Left' the last singin'
blue the; You known as ones that you an m' like.
But if you an m' really like,
Then why you treat me this way! ! !
Your play is this you'.. Re: still gone in It'.
With far and then S it's' s above it still juicy Wet;
a day I won't; play of iT (Don'; T forget the cut)
Good destiny will determine soon you' about it.
About that to lose It'; the Lonesome is the person who'S;
handin'; you your walkin' fit '
Cause I don't want to really be Lost'
the last singin' your blue Oasis, I don't want to be really;
be Designed singing the blue ones/one day late.
If you come i will listen, to you perhaps..of me.


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