When The Milk Dried Up - Poem by James McLain
No stranger to hard work the farm.
I had a cold bath no let down.
This won't happen to you.
The way warm milk disappears.
Stressful day's like yesterday,
I didn't have a good night.
I tossed and turned a lot.
That's what happened to me.
Across the sky shooting stars.
Reflects the light on your face.
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