James McLain Poems

Love,
it is when you.

Two,
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To whom that you whom are,
I would in ' English ' speak.
Being potential, the woman.
Your vast sparrowed hips,
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Daughter, here I am, I am here.
Where now I ask,
praying for them, art thou, be with you?
Down the road,
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Superior white mother and stockings nylon black.
Was I remembered, seven nearly eight years old,
they never looking, out past the window instead.
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Hampsters I many had and they circled around and round
on that wheel in the cage on my table,
dear the heavy window that covered mothers old yellow drapes.
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As for her, that his story and knowing it.
They do, when you partake of it,
and do not stop that your sexual orientation at all,
green pollen in the air and yellow perhaps,
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Hampsters I many had and they circled around and round
on that wheel in the cage on my table, stop.
Dear, heavy window that covered mothers, old yellow drapes.
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Of your reputation, and so hastily made,
was it before them or another?
And of cause?
With or with out it, whom saw.
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If one considers one single strand of light which is standard,
physiology is the variable and is preceding the dissection
given other unknowns then to be unto her each that variable.
Most often sometimes less this then, when is accurate,
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In their jail again I paid for that and of this
and her see through silk pulsating touching her nylons.
But with words freely flowing that only they here when they don't.
Lunch was of shrimp fried in her sweet tasting I bast in that oil.
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