And I without looking watch them pass by,
Cupped are firm cheeks, cheek's that are high.
Yea, though the devil I see with dark wing's,
Seen through blue eyes as blue as the sky.
I've seen it, I've held it and would do it again,
But youth when it's lost is the lesson all learn
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017
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