Oh'His How So Quickly Poem by James McLain

All the sky has cast it off.
White rich pink face.
The sky was red.
We did not have anything to make,
muchless of it to say.
We approached with the conclusion
next each poor day,
And there seemed to be nothing
hidden even there,
THEN Daddy fell into the wooden
barrell, pickels fight!
And everyone'
each face of is redeployed some such
redeployed we whom are dancing,
pleasure pure.
fatherhe machine his photograpic
fast oh his how quickly.
He' it crawls out of the duckweed
pleased released it.
again it answeres when Daddy fell tightly in it.