Stuck In The Eye Poem by James McLain

Go to him.
And be greatful full.
And send me many forth many forth Happy letters!

The verbs and pronouns,
are not where excluded.
Do Exactly.

The finger is hurried
and how do you call out now to her
but not to him when one does and one won't?

And when they met then they how you crossed,
it is slow, it is slow, it is slow
and there stuck fast was an eye.

Drowsy,
being drowsy to the end,
in it it could.
So it obstructs the sun as the eye
becomes and then gets ready to.
Leaning there bent forward, shaking your heads!