My Own Personal Confession - Poem by James McLain
It is true by age twenty five,
I had stole millions.
Gold, silver, diamonds, rubys and emeralds.
For these crimes not these specifically.
But lesser crimes on and off,
by age thirth eight.
I had served fifteen years in prison.
For various charges.
I never robbed with a gun, I never raped,
or did murder.
Only property crimes.
You know where I steal five hundred thousand.
They say one million, every one is happy except.
I have been free,
since June, nineteen ninty seven.
My release date was the,
Nintyeighth day of the ninty ninth month,
of the year nine thousand nine hundred ninty nine.
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