James McLain Poems

She still is she always was,
She's lived a life the best she could.
Earlier today when she was here,
She gave up nothing is that absolutely
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After we die,
We all go back to that place where
We were before we were born.
You can ask Donald Trump and you would
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Not respond to their name (the child may appear deaf)
Not point at objects or things of interest, or demonstrate interest
Not play "pretend" games
Avoid eye contact
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Smokey and noisy the bar just turning
Twenty one a virgin still.
The thick atmosphere was as her moist
And wet.
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How long must one live a life unlived
Before one must sell out to live?
Can one live to only live without the
Means to live?
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No one quite knew and the few whom did
ran the government.
These types of beginnings in the open at night
were never hidden for long from view.
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Saying nothing I have said,
That love has said it all.

A crushing hand, that
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So you want to be a poet it is harder
Than the ego that you try to hide.
To feel you are being overlooked and
Yes ignored.
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Already there it is nearly gone,
no magic, no music flat waves.

I am, because of you and trusted how we, two lovers met.
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Over a billion people and only thirty three hundred
Reported deaths.
And open for business already the lock down at point
Zero is lifted.
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