Rubbed Right, It Sings Pink Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Rubbed Right, It Sings Pink



Shadows ignored,
we splash, and swim
it is so awful hot,
she is even hotter,
once a month.
The pink bullets,
toothy fast, move astride
fast of in remembrance,
as she thought it me, a
burning pain, again inside.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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