Digging In Cotton Poem by James McLain
Digging In Cotton
On the beach walking by me, some do.
Why art thou pretty as you openly are,
and behold the bright sun as it smiles.
Being two or three sizes, fitting small.
Sitting down standing up walking around.
Why the colored song long pouty faces?
Lazor ruby red eyes,
as you are watching us, watch you.
Digging out the from the bottom cotton wedges,
you are trapped all about, felt inside you.
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