Rubbing Noses With The Devil Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Rubbing Noses With The Devil



We lie,
Rubbing buttoned noses, with the devil,
Growing horns our tongue now split, it hisses.
Kissing lips, that neither touch nor
hate to touch when 'God' is light
and LOVE IS THEN INTERNAL.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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