My Soul
After I am dead
And my writings left unread.
Will the preacher say that I didn't have a soul?
I saw them all while living.
If he says I have a soul, I'm
sure I don't remember.
That so few of us and where I'm at,
none of us remember.
Google poetry James McLain
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