Private Dick Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Private Dick



Are you the dick for whom I ask?
Yes,
Wipe off your feet please on this.
I am not in a hurry.
I know it has been hard at times.

Can you show me where?
Other than that will you help me?

When last was it,
and most important, have you?
Slowly she turns out the lights.
Looking out the window and.
Yes.
I pressed my hand to her heart.
Anything.
Anything for you.
I will do.
Having no need to ask I can tell.

Keys and pass tense you hold.
Yes.
I try to come every day.
And three times a
week when she is away.

Will you be able to try and find out?
Or,
should I make you call him again?

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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