James McLain Poems

squatting at the opening of sleep
she sits
lightning to the omnibus
redcurrants
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It is time to focus of the button.
In order to avoid the habitual offer
being old exhausting all power.
Job of the hand to draw up characteristic release.
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Having blue eyes where you are I am.
That it comes to me at dawn.
Kind are you are beautiful.
The love which I feel,
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Look at us!
An an ant and a flea.
Flea crying says mum is gay.
Flea you are here! How is it true?
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she is attracted to him simply because,
he is strange, beautiful, and seemingly repulsed by her.
This has happened to you,
look several times now high school.
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</>Because of it 'we' laughed as natures does so common green.
Realized it is to I become, such implied there in her favor.
And being left off distant of, but near to her, I thus became.
Whose teeth that flashed, when in the sun as she did show them.
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You were stretching
when I heard wild flowers.
I said you were gorgeous.
Touching my arm in that bikini.
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Coming in from the darkness you step forward to me.
You are the victim
and grabbed I am by you from behind.
Covering your eyes so you cannot come.
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I have three complicated vibrators.
I keep in the shoe box under the bed.
Before even more recently I have thought.
That one or the other of my beautiful daughters.
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