One Last MSA Poem
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We have to stop sometime. This is Noah Taylor’s poem.
Bitter Work
Noah Taylor
Bitter work and hopelessness
Plague the waking hours
Of the man that has been stripped
Of all his former power.
Who is this man?
What is his place?
Why must he live and beg?
We are all self-proclaimed
Judges and Critics without diplomas to our names
He may beg, but dies he lie?
Does [...]

