Last Bottle Of Wine On Earth Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Last Bottle Of Wine On Earth



Digging with my toe in the sand
I uncovered a cork where she slept
being some one familiar tears of ages
I let her sleep with no underlying motive
the cork was as big as my elephant
it's depth unknown.
Her lips have moved I must go.....) it(s..good
......) it(..never stops...) it(s...flowing

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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