Hobos Poem by Jon Contrastano
Hobos
With twisted hats
And wrinkled coats
In hobo's hands
They come atote
Whiskey bottles
Clothed in paper bags
The men in rags
Stand shivering
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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5/7/2024 9:11:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Jon this one is great but I'd like to see more...sort of reminds me of when I wrote Man At The Railroad Track.....there's more to the story than we see....