My Bleets Hang Low Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

My Bleets Hang Low



Droopy are the lids that allow sight
pull one up eye pops out of your
face into your hand
humble is the socket
plucked from the eye
missed the log.

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Izik Alcox 13 December 2008

LOL! This is definitely a good one, keep rocking it poo poet

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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