James McLain Poems

You seem to get much stronger
every morning when we rise.
The dreams are strange,
and dreams they are.
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LOST IN
these your senses
as i have said already
were asleep either
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It is good you have a lot of money
you need no rights when you are
as rich in lusious gold mullet roe.
I am not beating you up it only is
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It was hours
before the Cobb
was
removed from her
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It is not far
it takes
only a few
short
...

whistling kicking purple
pebbles
is tall grass watching
familiar eyes i copy
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Scared worried harried
mind hers jumps on
whispers
always hears
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It has grown to be more than
i can wrap my hands around.
She cannot touch his face, though
how she wished he would.
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each hidden toe and i wear them out front,
consoles the face of the many more.
you must not keep them from their brother,
untill after their sister has kissed them.
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