James McLain Poems

Good bad indifferent glad
hanging on the line
of time washing them away
is sad
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i paid...
to have my oil..
changed today....
and rest now..
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Many days floated away, as the cherries
fell, and so the heart of the tree grew hollow,
and but for the sun and all the black robes
of the sky and the stars, were hurried past.
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With my mother's stolen wine
I toast to the end of the world,
inside I'm climbing
a tree in the dark
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When the system becomes out dated
due to the moral corruption of it's judicial officer's
of this country's people and the investigative
process through the psychological
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To deeply entrenched
in corruption
because their cronies
will blackmail them
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