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The Poet Tramp

the poet tramp, steven humphreys, poetry, poems, prose

The Poet Tramp

stands and stares

dripping eyes

tale of mourn

clothing torn

silver spoon

learned men

mumble

wise

always made

never born

mindful ways

wander

days

 endless maze

whispering

shrill

does his jig

down the hill

hits his groove

makes his move

as he will

wasting space

hymns sublime

in a ruse

rhymes in time

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