Twist Of Fate Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Twist Of Fate



Open it is stealth.
And you smile, thought not high enough.
The red bird on the tree.
And it's eye on the bush.
Hidden from each face a man.
That one twist of fate from your fragrant wrist.
Was never enough when they came.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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