James McLain Poems

Up and down the children cry.
Each wait their turn to be.
Children think on days like this.
They all learn how to fly.
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She doesn't mind the great length
or the girth of it.
Bushes without leaves
are not green as he kisses it.
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After I am dead
And my writings left unread.

Will the preacher say that I have a soul?
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What is love?
An avalanche of snow an aching heart.
It comes but once and let's you go.
Love is what love is a swelling heart.
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Then there you are in the soft rain,
Every thing smells new all around you.

As the fish in the pond swim all around me,
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Is to get my ideas into main stream Media before the rest
on
mental illness, global warming
new ideas on education,
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Before me walks this a shadow.
Is it yours.
I can not come to close too say.
Crossing over from where
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Three point three million miles may
Sound far away,
But that's how close we came to being
Struck by an asteroid the other day.
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What have you given that I've taken away?
A mixture of pain like feelings that way.
Once we experienced, feeling's of heaven.
We were childlike and happy, yes even glad-hearted.
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Sneaky back stabbing cowards
That can't simply
Message me and tell me to not
Leave them a comment
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