It Is A Fickle Scythe You Sing Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

It Is A Fickle Scythe You Sing



Confusing words wheat grapes or rye
beer liqueur wine
big deal big difference
in cost of words
lost labor loves in rhyme
Rome was Rome mixing the mask
of the grape
never late with a word or a deed in cup.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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