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Nov 2016
He was the kind of guy
you'd find sitting at the back of a bar
with some far off look
as if his mind had been ripped from his head
like a child from a mother
He wore a black shirt
and a silver buckle around his waist
When he ordered a drink
you knew he'd been working again
because he'd tap his foot
and wipe the blood from his hands
Harry Howard
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Harry Howard  Victoria, Australia
(Victoria, Australia)   
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