Vultures Poem by Randy McClave

Vultures



Doves visit people when they are alive
But, when there is death the vultures will arrive,
They take this and they want that without a moan
They pick and they peck, until there is only bone.
Sad it is for the people who survive.

Randy L. McClave

Saturday, January 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,family,funeral
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Randy McClave

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Ashland, Kentucky
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