At The Top
J
James McLain
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I look about even clouds are rugs now
where the bottom is pale of face
looking up to a peak unseen
how did -You- put me there
trembling actions unthought
thinking: : :
: last will: saying I'm sorry help
the bottom is tossed with the is eye
that wont cry
my tears are hail on
her face
bullet proof
under the windshield of wealth
driving to the bank
large insurance check in hand
thinking
how wonderful men are in the world..
Inviting every ones daughter to sundowns party....
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