The Happy Box Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Happy Box



To see if you have or.
All that glitters,
inside out at the top.
When I look at the end,
here where we are.
He thinks of leaves,
that are open.
The mystery of that.
When I was,
you are the answer to.
Then change,
is oftentimes the answer of.
When the jar,
is still full of leaves.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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