The Power In Her Hands Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The Power In Her Hands



She holds such power in her hands-
He stood in great surprise-
T'was less she had before he came-
The rest would run and hide-

Not ever kind their jealous looks-
Town spinsters without grace-
Why silk I chose but not course lace-
No yellow on their face-

Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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