Picking Blueberries Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Picking Blueberries



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

Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: lips
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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