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Mar 2018
Uncle Tom waltzed;
Dressed in a hat and tailcoat,
A cough and a sore throat,
He takes his coffee black.
A soothsayer that sings like a ***;
Bible in hand thumb strum, thump,
His soul hammers out ~
on a cheap plastic drum.

I walked a mile in a dead man’s shoes !

Slow down Tom for the evenings long
And the sun an’t rising any time soon,
There’s not a dry eye in the house;
Just bells and bones and a waitress or two,
Whistling tunes that open doors;
I don’t want to be a wannabee !
but I walked a mile in a dead man’s shoes !

https://youtu.be/3ql04e9J_oI
Bought some old style shoes from a charity shop but they didn't fit my feet!, I walked a painful mile in them before dropping them off at another charity shop ! "Tom was written in black ink just inside the heals of the shoes.
Purcy Flaherty
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Purcy Flaherty  52/M/Earth
(52/M/Earth)   
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     CJ Sutherland and PoetryJournal
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