James McLain Poems

The sum of all knowledge rest's
with one's ability to retain it.
A surface that's soft bound to arrange it.
As it was not then,
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I went in through the door blind,
with only a cane white tip ed, shivering
in the warmth of the hurricane.
The many layered windows,
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Walking down the great hall.
Twin curved round balls.
Well rounded calf muscle and strong thigh and tall.
The hiking of skirts not seen by all.
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we are both
much safer,
blowing bubbles,
through
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All that I am,
is but a few moats a dot
before your face,
to brush away, yes hair curls.
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Some embrace it with know,
not knowing why, just to touch it.
Some know what it is and blush terrible,
it smiles,
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Would you yell, scream at it, beat on it some more?
Would you complicate,
it's simple mind to speak not, ever more?
Would you tell it, you love it, when really you dont?
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Is it poetry,
are you even more confused,
in it.It is sinful it knows it, Yet so,
Wicked is it in you, it always is, you glow in it..
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It rushes around it, it darts in and out of it.
Is it a dream, flames make you scream, to sit
around the fire, and watch you rush.Blood your mighty
river, makes you! blush, so you stand.
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