James McLain Poems

Death however has one it's final exception.
Leaving us, it leaves us finaly to go.
With that feeling comes homesickness, no worry.
Do you not know, I do not know, but with us to be.
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Perhaps then be fairness exactly the way,
to other things at first glance,
and, and it is better my request it has now.
There grew thick the sweetest green grass,
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As for all the fair nuns running I run too their convent.
So it is not, but of why are you troubled?
The room where I Play whose hall is too narrow.
And I play the hermit therein and I am satisfied.
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Going out with the tide.
Night and day.
The moon hides out there, between each new day.
Love is restricted
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Thoughts to words will be some hairs
when running from the wolf as words
to gobble up magic window in it's
world of panic could not see when
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Thoughts flowing ever growing
leaching from my mind
not just knowing simply going
anywhere it can
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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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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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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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