James McLain Poems

And comes one day,
the white swan is lost among the many.
That so many can be crowded around the lake.
And that occasionally that one is loved,
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The eyes is it the eyes are they mine.
The way home for most is the same.
When I'm busy with thing's that I'm not.
The fear the unknown all the rest.
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Like a star how it pulses.
Plug it into her dream.
And what is it like.
Misty snow filled flows over her veil.
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Someplace is that place, 'we all seek out.
That place we all came back here, from.
Coming whence to where we all, go back
and in our coming, we were sent to do
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The day after Sunday.
Not before.
Pre<>existing condition.
Communication.
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Tall tree's full of snow.
Before and beyond.
Each parting cloud.
When they pass me.
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Dress up around her head, arms trapped
tied properly off, his favorite cow.
The exposed panties being thus completely,
asleep dreamless mouth open 'honest
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Am I Willoughby I think about you.
Are words names?
The answer grew.
Spoken out loud, you I knew.
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Down to your very smallest
of one or the other by
way of familiar touch.
When the other,
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