James McLain

Gold Star - 40,509 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

The Soft Spring The Pleasant King - Poem by James McLain

The spring,
the soft spring, it is in the year';
the pleasant king,
ring of fire each flower each thing then,
then the good ones dance in a ring,
the cold puncture of doth not, the pretty birds sing:
The plan and can make lt' homosexual of country houses,
the lambs gambadent and play,
the shepherds whistle all the day,
And we intend birds yes to grant this merry configuration:
The fields breathe cotton candy,
the daisies embrace our feet, of young people in love meet,
old wives needing a-to expose to the sun rest,
In each street these airs our ears greet: The merry day.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

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