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James McLain
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Flushed in flesh resting thrice thought
blushed with brushes mounting waves.
Sifting dust of age resting on the mount
of sight gathering fish to feed tread not.
Walking oceans edy's currents are heard
traveling lines crossed intermittently being.
Laying roads crossed so wearied can rest
minds sound crashing weaved to remember.
Head on palm sitting waiting uncaught lost word
waif to weep customs knowledge is pawned.
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