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James McLain
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Adopted..cultivated..surrounded..
Merry go rounds..Ferris wheels..
Towers that lean to cover..cleanly..
Our lodge..it hangs..beneath..
her many masks..swing suspended..
A poor farmer..his corn was to light...
Yellow....white sweet..colored maze...
Buttons shinny....silk under husk..to
Weave golden hair..lays in sun..to dry..
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