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Jan 2016
The old man
The old man he stood on the street corner in town.
Always had a smile for everyone.
He wore an old ragged coat and a pair of pants with holes.
It was nice day to him when you said "hello" to him.
A box was next to him on the corner.
You put ad dollars or so in the box
The old man would dance a jig for you.
Then tip his hat with a thank you.
Now on the corner where he stood is someone that can't dance a jig.
He can"t give a smile but the old box is still there.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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