Yellow Gift Poem by James McLain
Yellow Gift
Well I saw her, she knew.
The yellow gift,
brown is not the same as very huge or nothing looks as bright.
Hairless and he went to swimming or cold,
it stuck out just so far- inches or is something look.
When it I touched the Pencil blue Eraser shook.
She said I like it very long,
and yellow his sad song the secret to the lock.
And I instantly, she loved it knew.
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