James McLain Poems

No one comes unless they have to.
For three years and a little over two months,
I have been a recluse.
At one time for nearly three years,
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This premature rush to judgement
the N.B.A.
Commissioner was to fast and quick
where was the harm in taking a few days longer
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We were all conceived here deep in the woods.
No sun over head dark is the path through the trees.
This is my parents an old point of view,
it is not that they would but they certainly could.
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Nineteenth century market is profit thinking
twenty first century in your face corruption is.
If our American businesses want to move
over seas,
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What is so much worse,
Florida's prisons or it's nursing homes?
There may be some evil inside,
whom do need a job I would equate with hell a cell.
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After the trees are gone.
After the green fades off into brown.
When there is no more air left to breath.
Forget all the colours you've dreaming seen.
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See how the green vine it grows.
Evening dew, moving so slow
I can't begin to keep pace.
Open petals close,
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The states residents finally fed up, treated a corrupt politition
at the States Capital,
to a full body massage that left him appearing half dead
and gasping for air, kicked to the curb.
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The garden of wisdom,
was not the birth place of pure evil,
a lasting true freedom of the iron will of woman, man wants?
Laying in wait, living not far away.
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There is no cure for what ails U.S. our deaths,
and you cannot prevent pure life and it's forming.
Though conservitive thinking some would,
others practice what ever is cruel, it reflects what is you.
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