It Is Always Raining There No Wonder You Are Fickle Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

It Is Always Raining There No Wonder You Are Fickle

Rating: 5.0


Felt me
up down wrapped around
sunless sleep O pea
no pod fell out of
Cobbled streets
that weep no morning sun
keep you nice and warm
troubles brew to balmy calm to
drink a cup of spirit free.

Blighters bugger chilly winds
Seattle's sail
buggy rides availed you
none
falling
falling falling
oppressed a heartless art rare form today.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Linda Winchell 15 April 2009

I have to agree with Joe P. Last line is cool! God Bless, Keep writing this way, it is so much better I think. No Poo!

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Joseph Poewhit 15 April 2009

The last line has some real truth - heartless art

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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