The Red Breasted Robin - Poem by James McLain
My fairest woman once a child.
I am in possession looking of.
The open speaking woman speaking to.
Do to do the singing song
which is given of.
The red breasted Robin flying sluggishly it is.
You probably will need more open space or
I could not arrange each pipe in gray.
But us before the morning drapes will part,
one lesson one has learned of me because.
Every day when it is possible to I never leave.
There is a good, sweet maid, someone is intelligent,
Second is Japan, Japan and China do the noble thing,
because you do not look my dreams.
And so life, begins with death,
and its immense this lake come make it permanently.
Magnificent can one sweet song.
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