James McLain

Gold Star - 38,459 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Emily The Carriage - Poem by James McLain

Of this It could not be, it leaving you stopped for me.
This of our loving death is become, it is' it is stopped.
Loving sweet the kings kindness you of me, one queen.
The carriage that moved us ourselves, thus it seized.
Coming to it you pointed, exactly and left she thus as I am,
Emily what is this blinking light blinded I am, comes immortality?
Us and them being open and pink,
did it not lead us to hurry that to it so slowly of it he was known.
And where no one looked there you put it, excessively I long for my work.
You were my greatest leisure and this is your floating courtesy.
We transferred it too l the great school of the eye tithe your ring.
where l' as a child you tested in with the best of the rest.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 19, 2011


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