Frank Sobolewski Poems

He wallowed in the dirt
with the sand and the muck
saying, 'Brother can you spare a buck? '
He say 'I ain't got the time.'
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He was a junky
f*ck*d up done wrong
Sad sad stoned son of no one
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I seen him down low
all calloused up
clutching an old tin cup
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He say he was blessing the game
how well i knew his name
me and Philly
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The man with the golden grin
and a soul of sin
did not know where to begin
so he started with the end
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