Bleets Do Grow
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James McLain
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Great show of care she cuped my bleets
so tenderly in palm of
soft hand.
Swollen though they are bleets release not
so for me.
Heavy are the bleets no sheeps I never
count the sun comes up for me.
In bleeting dreams I never bleet.
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