James McLain Poems

Stuffing his the face with her sass again.
Worked the hand more, milking it,
the only sound in the room now the
squish-squish of horses hoofs as they come
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I or impression sweating-rank..
it if in self-respect they've, have not bought,
oceans the sea
and muscles and waves, Of thy pleasure..
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Sis's anus
and

My sis'
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That was a long time before you were born.
And I had forgotten most those your dreams.
But for that, you then it was I saw there, standing before me,
like the sun it is bright- white hot is My, your dream.
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It is not there, there is it not
a beautiful orchid, where it is.
American forest,
Florida in us.
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The valley of the queen,
soft is the middle of love.
My haven is two sided,
folded over to seal me.
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Meeting is made mention discussed
distant from the mother earth,
most would rather, it had too far too come.
' It' Another origin spoken for perhaps
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Meeting is made mention discussed
distant from blue mother earth,
most would rather, it had too far too come.
' It' Another origin spoken for perhaps
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Buzzing, a bumble bee doesn't have to sting me
I catch the black and yellow bumble bee by it's wings
and pull it out back wards from the open hibiscus
toss it into the air in one single motion, it flies off.....
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