Headlong Car Poem by James McLain

Exceptions are there are none.
Why there are none but after that being done unto me even the headlong car is not feared, my race was half ran before it was over.
As for fear of rape inside by men is it different than for woman?
Which is Kanpuu who is it to know and blows time over everything;
As for the body left by they whom know to wander aimlessly for there transgressions in my mind, unorthodox never to walk the road.
Of the sand which you can stoop down to gather up through open hands, independently through the pine forest.
My road was not of such to rise to the road which crosses over the mountain of which becomes bald.
Forever is ever when that aluminum of the mouth, there is no I,
that person looking at it that it rises to my your the one.
When never to open the door to the knock, spearing the throat there is no pointed razor which eats off the pasture.
The rear seat of fear,
and the front of the car can be dark each aspect of both applying, haunted house of the sky and others farming it out and others as for the key which makes sucking wet sounds snake' You like;
The warning is.
I have fear of that person of no smile.