James McLain Poems

Moving her parts here,
pushing his there the two
come together.
The audience knows,
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Please, can you, Please will you
not....
know that, I know that you can,
speak to me, improper when ever it comes..
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Rifleman..you are,
supposed to be on,
next, do you still not,
understand them..?
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Everything and of these certainties,
when one but two relationships.
Reliance thereupon.
The staff and cup of hope.
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Being Yoked to his of yours is of that.
That, if of this pink eye of the pearl of this your his intelligence.
I must if I can, when you if you can, can you not?
Ask but of this in trust but ask this of you this I must.
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When I was seventeen.
Like him the world was then.
I did all the rage when I was like him young.
The world was always open, not oppressed.
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She was talking about
or where they both were going with out this.
Can you get more randomless?
What kind open line is this for conversation?
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Prefect and the publican.
I am not and you are still.
Hiding in the open, why I am.
Heeding naught,
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The why of this out wordly angels falling from heavan disorder.
Reaching out to those other worlds
never seen but by they and those whom call too the proffets.
Schizoaffective is this you the person?
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