Old Red Jordan Poem by Raymond Farrell

Old Red Jordan



Old Red Jordan
Came down the hill
Every Friday night
Tipsy
To perform
On the corner
Of Main and Beckwith
He'd play the mouth organ
Step dance and tell jokes
We didn't own a TV
But we sure had
Live entertainment
Once a week.

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