James McLain

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

Thursday Mass - Poem by James McLain

It visits me; Thursday evenings
because it is the night
when it is free responsibilities for its parish.
The day before he visits;
freedom I can't obtain thought out of lt's spirit,
I envisage ghostly; now how angles
I will welcome to him with a great juicy kiss
and cold glass milk,
and the cat becomes so wet
that the fork of my breeches is soaked.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

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