Edwin Robinette

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Troubadour - Poem by Edwin Robinette

A poet, maybe
Words musically flow from his lips
A vagrant to anywhere he may travel
Instrument in hand, this city street urchin
Will charm away your change
Only to ramble onward, toward another nowhere

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  • (4/15/2008 9:26:00 AM)


    That was awesome! I really liked that one. As a guitarist, sometimes I feel like being a trabadour, many musicians/poets are always searching for something it seems. I'm new to this but check out some of my stuff if you get a chance. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008



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