James McLain Poems

If you feel lost;
with lt's interior of the 'Rose' parade their',
sweet technique of that which could help you.
The best position is one;
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She turns over the house
and looks out at the window outside day still.
She sees the feet of the boy to the foot of her bed
and some dirty underclothing near.
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When you have because you there must I when;
your debts whatever they where and still are
long after truth has exposed and transported to another
place and time
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It visits me; Thursday evenings
because it is the night
when it is free responsibilities for its parish.
The day before he visits;
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Rowden; you and inside the seat
by the and for this county
and i know you care for the children
hither and yon
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To me the beginner;
it can be a challenge intimidating it to open it
knowingly' enigma of the oyster and taste the secrecy in inside.
Once the talent is informed,
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The insane one is on beaches of glass.
The insane one is on beaches of glass.
To remember plays and garlands days and her laughter.
With obtained to keep the loonies well oiled and all in the day.
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It's sheltered under the root;
a tree, whose branches are thick,
independently of other trees,
by the edge her high cotton hill,
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Exhausted,
it breaks it down a little.
' Ohhh.' she howls. '
I want more! '
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Why my heart held is always above the edge
and always
lost without on it for you,
with the moment of each alarm the clock,
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