James McLain Poems

Some colors are: : : : not for OJ.
Pink for me, calms me down, it gives me sanity.
Black was from it's sleep,
it's endurance, wasted in all of eternity.
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Question..It's so Emily!
How does one find the time Emily,
with all of these one, two or three liners.
Is it the guilty connivance, that blows the
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How by one lost Thing,
you found,
I tried to sing again.
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Is she new,
to me she is, but not to you.
Letting go from one,
I cross into the other roaring river,
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When summer comes, alchemy falls
I May,
softly speaking, when you turn your ear
away into my glowing heart.
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Barritone rushing across
the waves and wind.
Outwordly speaking, seeking, asking.
Never to but why,
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Mine seems lost within the feeling,
but then you are,
and when it seems, the forest bed
is all that matters, when it does.
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I listen,
but you know, I'm not.
I am only thinking about all of what
you got.
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When in this a dance of fairies.
Some cry and dance with me.
Some one, told you once, ' they know some said.
Once upon some thyme, green meadows.
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