Certain Flaws
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James McLain
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When that certain thought comes in
In coming, I retreat.
I lean against a reef it's six feet tall,
And feel as if I wasn't there at all,
My words in life in shame have paid no bills.
I finish without starting,
Having left undignified their precious game.
And if I come again,
From wence I left to know my name, to
Know it not.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018
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