One Southern Man Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

One Southern Man



And he was.
What is family for.
In the end as before.
Humble in youth,
to the many.
Because of the bills,
Plowed fields cotton picked.
How do we as one.
Know before the end comes.
In a dream,
I found out about this.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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