James McLain Poems

Why I Wait and so wait I must;
As I am warm,
I wait for the geese to fly south.
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Confined My Love She Did,
Such the Lover knew possession
long before the other did.
Her right of love too he, she gave
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'Dear',
if i could..
and also i would...
knowing your tired...
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You talk about I love it coming back
and when it ever, never should it must.
That rage within, upon my brow it grows.
From each vow I gave, you threw them back.
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One 'Quiver Full' I Reach;
For each long bamboo shaft.
Green, straight and true.
I turn and hand them off.
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death taunts you, it shouldn't
but it does
right out of your reach.
reaching out too the orb
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We, as, we raise i will raise each in our
thoughtlessness of our new found sleep,
and i in my heart as to find them in lovers path i tread.
Parting your part of a hand nothing it remembers,
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There is a lip whose like this lip is thick.
Them them [lay] a dizzily more liberal space is
necessary surroundings company suffering.
Them some the pretty face is handsome
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I can not notice the words they speak,
the lights dimmed,
so there is a growing,
laughing men and maids in the volunteer search for him my eyes.
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thy kiss
do i miss
sweet
cotton is candy
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