With Each Gentle Squeeze
J
James McLain
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.......... with each gentle squeeze
grows plain moss brown or green
and she would only me too know it
how i love the rose and windy days
and for me the forest must be deep
solitude my fortress, kept too swell
bring me that sky where cotton sleeps
and silk covers fair each face that smiles
wooden bridges polished lanes of light
with each gentle squeeze of your mind
and more flows the light from each star
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