James McLain Poems

Most are like this face, i see.
Open much too wide, how i cry.
Starting out to young, heaven was,
i know, simply i was to much too.
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Death and no Remorse for Any;
Never once where Doubt is spread.
Never were you such a deceiver as now.
And once finite does each window show it.
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Perhaps it's not what I write...
That you read...
But a simple interpretation...
of that, which you read..
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I have sat here bye the bye always watching.
No attention do they pay me, as I see them.
Trees and woods,
it's barren land spread amongst my, bed of Roses.
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I will do it
where
you want
it.
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Night can't wake, dawn moves them up;
and twilight moves to pass day by.
Where upon this road it makes us high.
Why do our eyes refuse to see, what few
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They went home together,
and each and every,
night with many more there after.
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A wrinkle.
Now barely perceptible.
Being perceived.
Is to banish it.
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Her lovelies,
as she grew up
and waiting.
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