James McLain Poems

My body I have left in all the wrong places.
Places no one will look.
Look and what they will find?
Patients and machines, untill I live, I can.
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And the rooster spur that grows,
between your legs.
Deep asleep you are.
Gay men but mostly normal women.
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Being who it is you think I am, I replied.
Run over out back yonder a ways.
Inside the window facing right turn east.
Go and fetch me one that has some perfume about it.
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She wouldn't wear a veil.
She did not agree.
With young girl's and women.
Not being educated.
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Nor will all the stars,
in heavan burn out.
Nor all the waves,
in the sea rise up flat.
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That both of us
hath wrought.
Into your
elegant house I walked,
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You should call him.
If You love him,
you should write him.
If You love him.
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If she is the mirror of your soul.
Tell her you love her.
If she is the mother of your child.
Tell her thank you for being your wife.
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She helps me when I come.
Not only are you intelligent.
You have beautiful long hair.
Listen to me and do not cut it
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