James McLain

Gold Star - 40,778 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

On Top Of The World - Poem by James McLain

We picked up the last of the cloths and the rest still asleep.
I swollowed the warm air it tasted of eggs, bacon and coffee.
A window across the river caught us in the sun.
The miracle we were working on, on top of the world.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 22, 2011

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