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Sep 2014
Old Father Jack
followed the track
trying to find
his way home,
heavy of heart
and foot in the dark
cut by the wind
to his bones;
old Father Jack
night on his back
battered by gale
and rain,
cried out for the Lord
who thundered and roared
and took old Jack
home on a train.
In Bits.

Take care the tracks you follow in life!
bones
Written by
bones  England
(England)   
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