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Bearded n braided
And all kinds of raided
You are
Weathered and leathered
Ankle high grey dusty laceless
Shoes
A size too big, you float in them
It's summer but you wear all you got
Your discarded trench coat that's been in the wars
Your clock that doesn't tell time
You are
By the side of the road
Alongside the triangle where the urchins feast with their family
You float on
You are
Bearded n braided
And all kinds of raided
You are some kind of
Clothes' hanger man
Hanging on you, is an age
That defies your years
Hanging on you, is a hunger
That defies your appetite
Hanging on, you're not
You float on
In spite of all that hangs on you
Clothes' hanger man
When did you last drink a beer?
Would you like to pose for a photograph
And what if I took you to Summer House Cafe
Across the road
I know it's Friday, but they won't even be open
So technically they can't close on you
We'll just float in together, incognito
And hang with a beer
Snap out
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