My Wing Is Limpinbroke Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

My Wing Is Limpinbroke



Tatters, scattered puffs is
powdered magic gone.
Full bodied I float, still to
be carried ever higher, in
a hand, Mothers tongue
knew the lesson of old, an
allowance, I speak too anon.

Friday, May 8, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: magic,mothers
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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