The Trot Ts
J
James McLain
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Am I wicked.
You know I'm why.
Between rich lines,
and purple skies.
Wicked judge,
you taught, me lots.
They are words,
that run each color,
off the page.
So help me 'God'.
Each time I hear,
them.
I get more than runny trot ts.
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