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Joseph Dupray
That was a time, I needn't tell you
We ran down streets, up tortuous alleys
Caroused and sang, as we climbed the fence
The world was ours, we cursed the cops We
loved ourselves and the people we knew
We still had hope as we roamed the earth
Before it hardened and the bloom was lost.
An old man came my way one day
In a shabby coat that swept the floor
Dried spittle remained on an unkempt beard
His eyes searched mine and before I could speak He
turned on his heals and shuffled away
Whatever became of Joseph Dupray?
Jack Mashman |
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