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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