James McLain Poems

Its wild side,
My love could never explain it.
Running deeply of the core.
Thinking of more,
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When we two separated in silence and my tears, ignored.
Wye; and when you left me off for wine and other grapes.
Hasten sour now, brown shriveled vines my sun, avoids.
The medium thus once green with clover, fallow 'dear' it waned.
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little d' dark angel with pleasing eyes
when it comes time to touch the sky
i won't burn of it and
i won't catch flame of it around it.
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The 'Last milking'..Stayed..untill it's done...
The 'Last milking' each one said!
Lolly pops, brown bags are full of treats
who ever heard of one last milking,
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Gossamer Shroud
Finery most precious, clear faces.
Whimsical silk and all it's fancy tales.
More than deep, Greek mythology.
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Human souls...like..
night and day...rivers..
high and banked...
That give no thanks..
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and worried for words no books.
asking but neither too ask for fear if we ask.
our parents unspeaking the devil is words
believe what it is/is it said,
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she smiles then stands up
because i am
though i like her
few even talk to me
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Going not;
into that goodnight; while not being afraid of the dark
because perhaps it is.
Like; the clock chime it's sound, each the hour
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Me too she both are shy. And, she soothes me
and speaks calmly.
Bringing me the peace
I needed at her moment of need, she needed as well.
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