My Best, Is Beauregard Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

My Best, Is Beauregard



Upright, hold on tight.
My best, is Beauregard.
Up and down, love is.
Will it be airtight?
So breath, all night,
the moon if out of sight.
Beneath the tree,
green moss hangs down.

Tell me lass,
how you have loved.
When,
loved have you been loved?
Beauregard's the best.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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