James McLain Mom Poems

Coming up and out from the grassy sea
and is red is mercy and more is mom
and any shade on the white blinding sand
salty bits and pieces does each grain like rain
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As for them those things they don't teach you;
The problem of it is, is it not.
As for them in those their feeling aren't.
You teach; as less Important.
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Sugar Mom-Ma Where are You Now;
Soon I must let go too dig my grave.
If you don't come real soon.
You have money, I have seen your gold.
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