James McLain Poems

Each field is barren white with snow,
around me blind, they know.
I see.
Darkness brings the haze of dawn,
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It worked
your magic there has come
I stand and cry.
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In the land of dreams, where hopes take flight,
There lies a vision, shining bright.
The American Dream, a beacon of desire,
Igniting hearts with its eternal fire.
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After I am dead
And my writings left unread.

Will the preacher say that I have a soul?
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Each year by the hundreds of thousands
America
takes the mentally I'll
and the young
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In all of us rests the screaming voice.
The voice of some law not yet written.
Born of the dawn sky
of subsequent thought not yet bourne out.
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Are allowed to feel sad.
Perfect girls are sometimes bad.
Are allowed to be free
deep inside.
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There is my fine daughter and wet only their,
her father it is from the sister, it is each one each sibling
of it,
is right their with the brother being milked as well.
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It is wafting at the edge of cotton.
It is love and love of it, is virtue,
and virtue it is satisfaction.
It is moving aside the pink,
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Beauty vision weary shirt viel roughshod
small feet I gave to you.
Virgin marble pink one color veins across
my face all know.
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