Soot On My Face Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Soot On My Face

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Longing forest bright
twilight tipped lyard
sykinard fan

Petals sunflower tears
violin playing banjo
pikin band.

Clors pink and Black
like johnny cash
pam tillis.

Knowing your so fine
guitar jackin fine
dixie chicks.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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