James McLain Poems

emo and more and music soothes and clothes
and am i bitter sweet..
laying here in all my flowers, wanting more.
While my other..
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loss of something; and it was,
The road is patched at best,
Something gone older still,
No meaning had it to youth.
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thus being and it was legal being that some real estate
and selling many rural even better inner city
vacant lots to multilingual friends
from eight to fifteen thousand dollars
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Now trolling with cut bait
you should always troll
with cut bait and love the
bait the sunnier the catch.
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Being amiable, and such
and being that the killen was
mostly over needful things,
even though i dinnaken it and
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In my death there, truth was the pain, and
that eye left no spot on the clean earth, this
being known it was foisted off more hurriedly.
Compounded was the pain when counseled
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The night is dark
Alone all in my tree
On oaks narrow limb
So high upon I rest.
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Fraught in the middle;
haloed in mist I stand,
this bridge half glass,
for each side I yearn.
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When was I, how was I yours,
and found me between them not
and cloth made me to bolt the door
and not opening to open you find.
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