President Obama Becomes Wise Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

President Obama Becomes Wise



I have looked at that why of hers over and over.
It bulges like the orb of the sun causing my face.
She is like the thing which death fails to do the blind.
His she where he meets her, his wife loves her husband.
Both know and to whom is there workaround them to tell.
And he lets her escape with his life,
to become young because of that to grow old.

And the kindness of many occurrences with her
whom does not act but pulls with the tooth and tears,
and destroys the ground under their feet.
And he who intervenes his kind behavior
before the reputation raised that reputation.
And he who does not avoid abuse is abused.

His soul it is owned,
that splendid wealth of gold barley,
wherein to be distributed of that to her people,
and abused as for him.
He who maintains that word is not blamed.
President Obama.
And he where the center is led to itself satisfactory.
Thou charity does not stutter.
And he who fears the unrighteous cause of death,
those from her heaven is rising the heaven.

The regional ladder, reaches up from Texas to him.
And the kindness to one which is not worthy
of to that he who is shown is that praise reprimand.
The awkward kindness of presentation may I regret.
He who revolts and is the butt of well doing
and verily him all must in trust to follow her doing.

And he who does not press the people is pressed.
And he who is traveled with the enemy should consider friend.
And he who does not respect him himself is not respected.
In order and to withstand the heavy load of the other people,
and days will come where you do not permit him himself
who always endeavors.
And those of the quality over there it is are known
although in each person, she thinks with anything, the people,
then, it is poetry must be safely hidden.
In order to carry him to the people,
you considered independent but his person,
in him himself whom is not finished to ask I do.
For I must be cared for as were those whom came before.
Not to do so much for me myself and I.
And you see, many silent ones, you rejoice in him.
But intelligence or insufficient excess amounts can appear
at the time of the things of which you speak.
All the tongues of the people by word your actions and deeds.

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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