I cried I cried till my lungs were dry All night it seamed Look at my swelled eyes I'm cold I'm wet I'm dirty I cried I cried Nobody came Am I the blame In the darken alley way I was tossed away Are others treated the same I cried I cried Wrapped in a sack No clothes on my back Covered dirt and debris Fallen from the dumpster above me I cried I cried Until someone heard me Her eyes glared into mine Mine into hers Both our water tear Eyes cried I saw angel I felt an angel Hold me tonight
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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