James McLain Poems

As for me,
me and you whom, it is.
You used to speak to me always........
Was I so abnormal?
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When a friend calls you in off from the road.
And you may be delayed the horse is bought for walking.
I don' t do well and standing still, with all hills.
I stop to talk,
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Love the sun has over reached it's zenith,
and it is rising much to late.
And moon I see is scantly clad,
when yet my memories of it shimmer fade.
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Yoked I am that one of he,
among the likes of you whom she posses.

The center off a little to the panties moved side.
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This is something that is between us and you.
It was during our hundreds of such confessions,
daily bread broken on knees humbly said.
I am he the little all American girl and boy,
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Seas of endless grass call out my name.
Across the green, brown plains,
I come and go with each new reason.
Here the midday where the sun is never cold,
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Half of all black women inner city
are targeted.
For abortions.
Where I live,
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You and as for me and the dream it has as for you.
Coming in your sleep,
I could not help but come inside your world.
You asleep the moon upon the pillow,
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How my mother treats me, sweeping out the golden straw.
Only can it tilt us and it's us it can when only,
deeply in the girls our clear feelings show the crimson heels.
Arrows point out the doubts of what has yet to come.
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