Bars Not Sripes
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James McLain
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Caged within my hope, displaced with face,
honored grace, your hand I touched so awed.
Living bars the music inked, spattered down, it
made you think, tomorrow what will come.
Floating mind is it there, maybe here,
drifting round your place of lost and found
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