James McLain Poems

Over the sound,
the sound the waves made.
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Summer's fall pink petals around me
do you still see green the lost blue sea
does he even know she still loves him.

I will if you can't understand him
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Good men come and go whilst I stay here.
Emport exports,
meetings twist twin line's the two draw nigh.
Autumn hides behind her long brown veil.
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The cherry blossoms bloom, the misty rain.
I can not be free, unless all really are!
And my music from the lute, you lured me out.
The mountain tops above the clouds the sea.
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Upright, hold on tight.
My best, is Beauregard.
Up and down, love is.
Will it be airtight?
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After all the problems of surviving child hood.
Bullies and beatings and very strange nice teachers.
Greater the problem it seemed to grow like a weed.
Larger rather than smaller by the others perceived,
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Life is love to wide,
and the thing you cannot say, I was driven to.
Be a hero of the lost and end disputes.
Your future,
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As for your coming out and being squeezed when ripe.
The setting the sun,
purple grapes dripped around vines, making wine.
Yellow is rose,
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This lock from hell I could be framed, atone.
Unknown to they the human race must run.
In Tallahassee, names, and games astound it.
No gentleman with honor would sit without it.
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And wherefore by it/it dies.
And there is no dominance left is it right?
The center of the universe when by it/it cries.
Leaving it open exposed.
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