The Mushroom Head Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Mushroom Head



Think like a man why must we.
Inside warmth,
and water decerning some see.
The woman she knows.
Just what comes to grow.
When a mushroom explodes.
The wind blows.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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