James McLain Poems

They went home together,
and each and every,
night with many more there after.
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A wrinkle.
Now barely perceptible.
Being perceived.
Is to banish it.
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Her lovelies,
as she grew up
and waiting.
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My Death A Mask, for life
And by the choosing of it
Latter for your selves
A few beds left unmade.
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Children of the day play two;
This past is so clean their future.
Majority if not some, n' did not have one.
Even while on the carpet we sit down.
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Born in to it.
Pushed here.
Knowing not at first.
Pulled there.
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Graves diggers;
making the soil leach out even richer.
The hand only soft from the bottle
it reaches for, as it reaches for yours.
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the ashamed crime of poetry it writing.
writing of poetry
should obviously never not be
encouraged - when and increasingly
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'Some said'..looking back before.
My god looks on and but to the
very few he speaks;
Keep it to your self, move away
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Is mine............whispering forever
chills up and down your spine.
forever and a day..
Is what I said....
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