James McLain Poems

The time as for two bodies heavens of heat
as for each thing those which hang on too.
Certain fire as for her who starts playing,
as for him;
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Well,
but for my love,
as for your panties being most holy,
I sleep in the dangerous seas.
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some times when being a single dad.
how close,
should he let his daughters body get.
able to, as of yet, speak of any thing
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Something which is thought
opens, once a day in her hand!
But I of the 'Sun' when it clears up sing with pain:
When the rain falls, you try, it is not,
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Returning to the house she opens the door,
so widely, and still keeps pace of the rising sun
without being late to you,
and being attached, keeps as you.
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why i write too you about poetry
and
your mother
when she says
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it was not the sea side nor her other fine salon
and yet about you, wrapped within it
you were windy there,
moving as you moved the way you do.
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The red young heart is radiant
bright is she of my youth
motherless, mother maintaining
with the dew swings in shade of cloud appraoching
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