James McLain Poems

Help me, vi aiuti, help me..... è per sempre
noi, noi.... parole passioni della vita per vivere la vita.
Fammi aspettare niente di più, che già ho,
si uccidermi dentro il mio guscio, pop con i tuoi
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Dear dad,


Α γ α π η τ έ μ π α μ π ά , .....
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She said, I am a terrible stalker.
She said, I just hide behind the bushes,
then jump out make a lot of noise, and run away..
I never stalked before, she said,
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You see them every where, men, women
divorced, with no one, crying of fame.
It is terrible dying alone, goes the tune.
So are you worth stalking...?
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Fair was the towe
on my head
now gone.
Tragedy
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Fields of rice golden tops wheat
their bread threading silos grow
on your head.
Poison must fast daily sow
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Blissfully unaware,
I breath your last care.
Coming it sighs to me.
Willowy green leaves of which I
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Turky creek this hollar liquid metal
flowing in to you.
Creek bed wooden chairs hidden
all from view.
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To please her best,
and pass each test success is each encounter.
When counting fingers, if each toe climbing trees just out of reach the rain makes peaches sweeter.
But by those few whom never came, success
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