About Town Poem by James McLain
About Town
When you sea me about town.
And I'm waving and laughing.
Beat up silver Toyota in the dash a pink pig,
with you I know, such of wings.
Perhaps even there,
where I swim on that beach.
You may if you wish, thus approach me.
And when you ask what ever it is that you ask.
If I say in response to was said.
Indeed.
Then you may if you wish that of me.
Leaping ponds, shallow puddles and dreams.
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