James McLain Poems

We passed the hall where,
Woman'; sang!
Insert-around each finger ring
the men their wives too long for.
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I died for beauty,
but stay, I'm there entombed.
When one which died for truth
lies locked away, the sky.
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.............A Coat I Need
A necessary coat, ' MAKES' with my/your song
a bird a Covenant and my yard which borders on both sides
Out of old, ancient forms tongued anew, each word
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Why could you not.
One dropp of blood,
from each remove.
and Photograph.
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We passed the hall- where 'Woman' sang
Recessed—around each Ring men grazed
We passed fields — where Cotton faced
We hurried past - days Setting Sun
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The beauty is; that you are with me,
Plus it is deeper
than the deepest sea.
But that of which,
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'As a your honey hive'
It knows there is nothing there is,
it has:
thank you so much very well.
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Too you in the love it is to touch oneself
with a brighter hand.
He/him expanded you,
you woman have/handled yourselves well.
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just like quickly like switch,
a flash of light shock hyper my body,
it is increased during watch a feather and
remains to him suspended in the middle of this light approach,
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liked were the silky hair
however smooth and the attractiveness
woven twine just the fair foam-like the body
and the soft-spoken mouth.
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