Pulling Cotton
Pulling Cotton
Written: by Miracle Man
September 8, 2021
Pulling a 14 foot sack, with energy most spent,
through evening clouds, at the sun I’d glint
Wiping sweat, at the end of the row I’d squint,
I wasn’t entirely broke but was severely bent.
Don’t tell me about the good old days—I lived them.
Tom
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