' Day By Day '
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James McLain
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A little eye not made by man,
all woman seem to have.
Available to none but honey bees.
Clinging to the rose are butterflies.
If only screens were made back then,
and when tomorrow comes.
I hear a voice inside my head that says hello.
Honey sweet cornbread is made each day.
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