Bluesman
On many a Sunday, he was a mobile barber
He played a guitar, a harmonica, and hair clippers
He drove 10 miles, delivering us clean cuts and music
People called him Bluesman; we just called him Mr. Wade
A friend of my dad, he always kept us cute, cut, and trimmed
Sightings of Bluesman on the internet brings sweet memories
070321PSCtest, Bite Size Poem No. 10, Line Gauthier. HM
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