James McLain Poems

Footprints on the sand of time;
Before it's end begins too see,
One sand bag above bent knees.
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The enemy is someone they know.
Some one who can be opposed.
If it is in trust and trust it is then,
great is this force, they will know.
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In the land of dreams, where hopes take flight,
There lies a vision, shining bright.
The American Dream, a beacon of desire,
Igniting hearts with its eternal fire.
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Gloves fit most hands,
except the hand with six fingers.
Six figures, twelve gloves, one hand.
The ring of fire, demands a cool and measured
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Obviously, this is not an article That I wrote,
but as we try to better our understanding of what made us what it is that we are,
we must, at least some of us must, come to the realization
that as either a parent or the child of a parent
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It is that of her entirely it is her
and she it has, made due to her.
You knew her special beauty marks.
Upon your face, the spark.
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The young today do they know.
Of the world way back then.
General Washington
for the lack a jacket
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As for you and i stand with you,
we have decided to try love,
sweet with in with out what?
You would i/\i did and we move,
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And that kind of love of more than one.
I declared by she, his arms to wide my mother.
For the sake of it, what is this poetry?
Is it fast secure or must I measure?
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I whom never taught you.
I am your other half.
Half of what I am I never was.
Never being what I was, You hope I am.
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