Odd How They Watch When You Come
J
James McLain
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To you I could give but one,
Though from the heart there were many.
From a tall tree just out of reach,
The scent of the bush on the breeze.
Fruit that hangs low, warm in the day
Let no one know.
Those moments at night heavy and ripe,
Odd how they watch when you come.
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