James McLain Poems

Trembling never still, on her picture
a reel, here I watch.In love she worked so hard, like corn
bread and milk, as sweet as her blush.
The flax is no longer yellow, the warm sun of time has left
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Crushed bones, ground fine nice is her shaker.
My boots find no pleasure walking across, faces by dozen.
Contracts sung in sin I have gained, all fit your eye.
Once long ago in youth your pleasure, was once my pasture.
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My name is.........Ferinus...succulency, is the middle Roseus.
Why would I care honestly what others eat.
Whether it swims, flies, hops, crawls especially the kind
that walks on two feet, through my field.
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Alone rides slap of rails
to jerk, down and up, are
lights move away, seen
hand in hair, sweet lap.
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It is thirteen years today
since you sent me on the
home depot mission
gone only twenty minutes
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Is loving, a punks punk it can be very
hard, her grippe is firm, how she yells and) wink(s
other wise the day is a bit warm.) it(smile) s to.
I have washed the aphids, the milk is fresh and cool.
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