Jon Contrastano

Rookie - 0 Points (01/13/1958 / Bristol, CT)

Hobos - Poem by Jon Contrastano

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

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  • Barry A. Lanier (2/19/2009 7:32:00 PM)

    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.... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 18, 2009

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