Men Without Shirts
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James McLain
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Shirtless morning's high noon
In the shade
On the horizon rain might come.
Bass guard their nests on the warm
Shallow pools
As the talking house wives watch the
Men work drinking tea
And lemonaid here in the heart
Of the south.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş