James McLain Poems

The more that I reflect,
I'm now alone.
I loved your beauty,
But without it.
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Nine inches from your hand,
But that was long ago.
When I was very young,
Your hair it smelled of spring,
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The hooded host,
That tell's
the man who's
Walking up that all
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The hole I could not fill,
Has by me not been forgotten.
Until the day you came,
And in coming, came again.
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Now you have come,
to bury love, the love
you felt for me.
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He knew buried love the love of me.
A stake thrust through my heart,
He split into.
And red my lip's he knew were sore.
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Our democracy
She is
As unknowing as a
Child
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I shall not complain about my rented room.
But about the rat's
that roam between the wall's
and the four
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Five of the major mental disorders
share some of the same genetic risk factors,
the largest
evidence for such genetic overlap had previously
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Here on earth we are bound
To the earth the air and wind and love
To the heart of the mind.
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