Your Right Hand Poem by James McLain
Your Right Hand
Misses the rights time of day
no place left to place a watch.
Left turns make bumps in the
night knowing right turns out.
She left me for someone else
that was really not right so I Ieft.
I Left me in it's cold barren land
right when things warmed up.
The right window is not the one
you left open last night do you
think we could try that one again.
It is working on you, is it.....o.k...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:31:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
....each is trying..and succeeding, allowing my receding/looking forward to reseeding many views