James McLain

Gold Star - 39,876 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Picking Blueberries - Poem by James McLain

Bending over,
picking blueberries.
Looking up is the sky.
Full when the moon,
are the lips.
Made wet, come, you cry.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

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