💕 But Not For Me 💕 Poem by James McLain

💕 But Not For Me 💕

The November rain is fresh and clean,
It's flowers are in bloom.

Love has come to they whom bragg,
but love won't come to me.

My love is there inside her breast,
where love shall always be.

Every night love comes to them,
but never comes to me.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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