James McLain Poems

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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Astronaut pressed out neat.
When this takes place.
Make sure you are relaxed.
Are you ready for the preparation.
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Yet....You are not surprised happy...in the flower,
that....the neck it does upon the frost...
and shimmer in posies perhaps...
accidentally in that...the play of power.
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i rub it
right through them
and....
open windows......
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Her our our partner the bedroom
the woods, the bar, wheresoever
and control eye control and enjoy.
Toes can curl curling toes all that it abandons.
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The ribbed soft flexible my magic wand.
Gives you an open mouthed, teething massage,
Operated by a ten-speed you switch.
Located on the wand`s base slender handle.
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The muscle.
Is hers and hers alone.
Crimsom loves.
Which it makes it beats because of love,
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To tired to live and tired I am.
Why I'm tired must I again become?
I know whats waiting there for me.
Why wait I trust become.
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I have eaten many earthworms making dirt.
Mother of all days and other days as Mother.
Savant crossing over streams,
to which was whispered did I hear, Resurgam.
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