Strike Me Again Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Strike Me Again



When you,
touched me the first time,
You cried.
The shock,
was like a bolt of lightning,
from the sky.
I never realized the strike
would be so close, as that
very first time, on rocky points
green eighteenth hole, your
torch still spikes the iron from me.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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