David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,162 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The Prisonner's Rosary - Poem by David McLansky

I'm warm,
I'm dry,
My stomach's fed;
I have a place
To rest my head;
I have a clean
And narrow bed;
The guards
At the jokes
I spread

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013

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