i recall the rake of the sun tilts the night long
About this time a while back, a hobo walks into this bar. It was happy hour. The hour passed, another went by two. A third transpired. The hobo staggered out of the bar. He meets a mexican ' Friend ' from years before. The hobo blind drunk forgets the time, in minutes and years. And buys the mexican wares and does them in his little race jalopy truck. Just as he did for years , years before. Then he drives. Nodding out , blacked out , the hobo at over sixty miles per hour kareens off two cars then blocks ,Still speeding till smack dab into another, flipped over ,the cab a crushed can. Jaws of life and General hospital a block away. The hobo awoke to the stapling of his head back together. All the kings horses and all the kings men could hardly put hobo haughty back together again. A power greater than ourselves. The bartender : ' What is this ! !" some kind of a joke!¿ ?! The narrator : It was and is a joke, but not a very funny one. Eternal love always . Amen
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kind of a hobo i guess
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