Panties Pink Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Panties Pink



Washing cotton.
Inbetween,
the mountain peeks.
Olive gardens.
Sleeping at the base.
One skinny tree.
Eating peachs.
My fuzzy lip.
Rain tasted.
Always thirsy it is, sweet.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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