'Boys' And 'Girls'
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James McLain
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'Boys' and 'Girls'
One grows moss.
And one a beard.
Both keeping pace.
Clamor to be heard.
What you say.
Is what both hear.
And what they said;
Is not exactly what I heard.
Who can ever say.
It stays that way.
Trimmings traced.
One swan in lace.
From the bottom;
looking up and why.
Two fish swim by.
Prairies vast and wide.
Tall stand the Cotton trees.
Paired off and pears.
Dry Creek beds, rain swells.
Warily kept out of reach.
One Circles about the other.
Hid real well, in moss he sits.
She wanders through the trees.
Gorgeous being plain too their.
And growing up, both did.
From 'Boys' and 'Girls'.
Making since of it they choose.
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