The Beatle Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Beatle



great roller of dung said to me
as he flowed forth from the
offerings yes, I am forced
to eat.
watching from his warm eyes I
do, steam swirling up, of the
sweet chunks of chicken, that flow
from your hand knowing yes in my
other life I was one of them to.
Please watch where you step today your line may
be shorter than you think.) it(s gone today bank in a blink...: ) it(s chicken the best of white meats..: )

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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