James McLain Poems

none left in finger tip this night
I humbly beg of thee
forgive a way ward
tougne thats yours to slice..
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Confessions from cows don't
go over very well.

I know they don't get one before
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Use your fumiest femininity to hide your displeasure
of men up your arse not me yes them.
Sorry (no I'm not) that the pile of dog feces that jack
built fell down to the ground and cracked
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Alright I know you hate it here you cannot
say what you want and that sucks.
Come home to dad and we will talk about
it like kids on the shore it is not like we
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Waiting to die in a roach motel watching
to many italian movies thinking about
what was or might have been.
Personally I hope it was
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May the blessed
prostate that
has not
worked
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If I could be your long lost love who is not
how would you bring me back?
If I could be in your dreams at night
of the words you speak,
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of which of yours would i see
humble of mask is he
masks of humility no longer sea
would i ask of
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