James McLain Poems

It is a quite morning.
All is, as once it was.
Except there where I, ' slept.
There where the insect bit me.
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Before I called, I thought, perhaps.

This country without families,
would you have?
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Heaven is a different Sign - To My Only Daughter.
While even children,
to your brother they did ask unto you, as well.
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Watching, I wait
once a week.
Fine tuned,
works well production.
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Starting out, some become,
from a shack or small house.
Hidden away,
how friendships blossom.
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Bambo shoots.
Underfoot.
Always forever it seems.
Around every one their.ankle
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Fading deep from within,
away sleeping bye to far that I am
before me you lay completely
where you have gone,
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They, nay none may ever say.
Having given up those days
for sunny happy these.
You were always waiting.
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From this hardship, I have indurred,
you are sure, I will find a way.
Remember that day when you said.
My light and my father you spoke of me,
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From a distance of
but not off
by more than the lenghth of
around the tree
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