James McLain Poems

With soft caress gentlest shade
of honey suckle rose.
The dew from the morning next
settles in the corner of
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There was snow on the air and rocks
floating up high none had trees
they grew up not this high.
My dad and I felt there pain treacherous
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Gather thee around the humble cave of Klod...
.
Klod lives in a cave carrys a club with a
masive knob on the end.
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Looking past the clouds unshaven
that seemed busy minds
that were.
Oceans separated her from they her
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Under the moon my friend and I we understand
that bored people are boring.
So we left the village as I did not want the drunk
to become to familiar with grace
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A tree the moon, wine and I the moon and I the wine this tree
puppets on strings to the whims of the times.
The bark is rough on my back silk of the garment
is thin such is a whim.
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