Panties Pink
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James McLain
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Washing cotton.
Inbetween,
the mountain peeks.
Olive gardens.
Sleeping at the base.
One skinny tree.
Eating peachs.
My fuzzy lip.
Rain tasted.
Always thirsy it is, sweet.
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