James McLain Poems

Behold, thou art fair, my lover as the doves
beheld, art thou so fair, amongst the fair.

Green, yellow gold the shadow hast doves' fairest eyes.
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Under the apple tree she sits,
watching him paint the barn.
From her advantage he is not
but still the sun,
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It Can Never Change
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Why no one will;
others have come
others have gone before
try no one will.
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Watching Bukowski's moves
never leave me more than a bottle of beer
half full.
He took a hold of her left hand
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Yours Is now a different world, some children say?
A world that lost it's way as thought advances?
May it never be, that we must give less thought,
to those with more in thought or how the thoughtless.
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and, 'Truth in hers a friendship
though thought well out is she,
when being such a simple man
free thinks a verse about
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Once a public bathroom.
While gentle sucking noises,
she uses her hand to speak,
and both at the same time.
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e.e.cummings ash en
making long productions, milk and cream
me, 'being yourself and he smiling
and the amine woman
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