She Loved Him To Much Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

She Loved Him To Much



Nowhere is that look on his face,
she enjoys looking down at him.
Life is a constant rhythm.
Watching, slender forearms flexing
and blue veins that bulge.
Me, myself and I, alone we and the.
On the farm as,
We daily.
One time a day, two times a day,
except on Saturdays.
Everyday at the same time I say.

Thursday, March 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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