Aunder The Tree A While Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Aunder The Tree A While

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A tree the moon, wine and I the moon and I the wine this tree
puppets on strings to the whims of the times.
The bark is rough on my back silk of the garment
is thin such is a whim.
The wit better left to the gnome: really to think because
of the cup in my hand they would think such thoughts.
Tomorrow I will go back or send some one
to draw my bottles for me.
That way a passer by wont see me.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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