Just A Pebble Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Just A Pebble



She skips me,
she skips me,
oh so naughty sought.
Every time I touch,
the water of your face
that knows no fear.
I taste a tear that clings,
once more,
inside your hand as silk
out side a pebbles shore.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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