A Way Out - Poem by James McLain
With more and more money,
would I feel unloved.
No one man
pays attention to me.
Unloved and his head.
the sea full of wind.
The grass and I placed beyond.
Is this it.
Poetry and money to one.
The snowy dance I preformed
with the man without his yellow hat.
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