James McLain Poems

Vast is thine their majority, it is youth.
Today for the woman, she may thus become.
Trust is a force for the imagination is the king.
Queen by this woman, of his, it is she.
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To lie down again and against.
Among, amonst the sun flowers.
Facing it in trust it is ever thus.
And being face to face with it.
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how was it
that with your boy friend on the beach
and you in the water with me
moving as if one with the waves
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It has been by me a long, long ride,
upon many paths back to the village.
The carrot in front of the mule it is nearly gone.
How many times we have come this way,
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Raw materials are the substance of paint.
Painted with color splashed the paint.
Hence come forth to me and show paint.
Yellow has the constancy of your hair.
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I am like you, you of sound mind, hope and found dreams.
Whom to,
do you come into and me who am tired.
I am poor and poor I am.
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Maid is this bed.
Make this bed of perfect awe.
The ground being here is excellent.
One open fair eye is judgment, it waiting.
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Each new dawn of the morning.
Each new sun here my center it you move.
And as it crosses the sky of your dream.
Dreams from the heart part the leaves.
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Is it a furry hampster?
With a short pink tail?
Closed cute eyes.
Sleeping on a wheel?
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