Glass House Blues


I was heading down to the GlassHouse

to pick up a couple of 6 er,s and a pint of

rye whiskey.

I saw a homeless vet holding a sign saying

will work for food,,

He was having a rough time,

it was cold misty outside as i walked

passed him he smiled and said a big hello

I was touched as i came out of the glass

house, i stopped and gave him a 6

and a smoke.

Told him to have a great night.

He said the Government was right

things are starting to look up!

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I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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