When You Talk To Much Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

When You Talk To Much



Did you feel bad.
Bad about what happened
to your friend when I.
Lips open,
to have all that's next.
Don't forget your tounge.
How it reacted,
to the taste of snow.
Tied down and more.
There's a furrow I have.
A patch of it comfortably so.
When you talk to much,
nothing gets done except that.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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