Blooms White Wash
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James McLain
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My cotton tree is seven years.
Blooms in red pinks and blues.
Still the cotton is always white.
It grows along a gulf, no freeze.
It is grown for it's beauty, two only.
Seed in beauty are always hidden.
Still others see beauty differently.
Tax man comes with pocket scale.
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