James Anthony Creamer Biography

To think like me is to stretch your brain
To think like me you have to train
Your mind must compute game statistics
Your eyes must have uncontrollable ticks
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This is my poem to you
And I hope my message gets through
You are the reason I'm here
I was planned, not a result of beer
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In this sweet, lonely December
I try not to remember
The things that make me cry
While I keep my eyes dry
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I am dreaming of royalty
Your fashions engulf the room
Silk and satin, folds and furls
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Strolling on this lour gloaming
Cerulean shades gliding the alleys and ways
My lungs fill with air, chilling
Eyes shifting from blues to grays
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