The Day Before We Died Poem by James McLain
The Day Before We Died
I'll be it but the brave.
For example unto I gave.
The people have no grave.
In simple language.
That Special call for it the poetry.
Young people man such,
virtuosity.
I understood the wind it would.
The voices never heard.
None are the same.
You take advantage,
Of the mind and things.
Behind.
I must admit to being milked,
and squeezed.
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