One Art
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James McLain
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That painting on the wall.
Was painted by a master.
Pocket watches silver ware.
Someone else our master.
My marriage all my childhood dreams.
Have moved to far upstream.
And coming down that lane again.
I dreamt about disaster.
One realm not here into another world.
Where we wait to all return.
Is preordained by nature's rule.
When your prior life's your master.
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