Finding Lost Thought's
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James McLain
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Your jars are like mine on the table
looking past lables, brows knotted.
Potted in a vase, therein directed,
mind of flowers, freeing emotions.
Feelings through the jars, are all,
colors fly to eye, women mend.
Roads of complcation derived,
rest in now, simplicity set free.
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