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Mar 2013
He's a renaissance man
a lover of jazz
and swing
and old **** kicking
pub anthems
He lives by his own code
and outside of the law
hopping trains
and leaving his mark
all over the country
a renaissance man
he drinks Irish whiskey
straight from the bottle
and smokes like a chimney
a closet romantic
the closest thing to a knight
he loves women
because they could love him
and he would protect them
from the bitter winter winds
A renaissance man
just living
in the wrong place
in the wrong time
Harry J Baxter
Written by
Harry J Baxter  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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