The Old Hobo Poem by Michael Cochrane

The Old Hobo

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He was a father, a son, a brother, an uncle a former soldier a hero in the great War the old hobo, he walked paddy's market on old Glasgow cobbles. Many years he played a harmonica, in all seasons, for pennies to survive he's gone now no tears for a forgotten man.
Michael Cochrane ©

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