1971 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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The First 91770 Express

Morning dawns
In Rosemead town.
Sun streams through,
And brings you down.
Another day,
Another night,
More and more pains
Crowding in tight.
Waiting a time,
For freedom to break,
Let go the trouble,
Let go the ache.
Afternoon comes
Over Rosemead town.
Sun overhead,
Bringing you down.
Shadows cross
To conceal the doom.
You're locked in close
In your little room.
Night comes fast
Over Rosemead town.
Moon shines light,
Brings you down.
Another day, another night
More and more pains,
Crowding in tight.

1971

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