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King of the Sticks

He's 'King of the Home' in his high chair and gown, taking his feedings with dreams of being downtown; his jazz band was playing he'd blow and he'd sway; he remembers those times like it was yesterday. Sneaking drinks from old Joe, playing cards in the back, going upstairs with Lil so he don't lose the knack! He's behaving himself, but he ain't forgot tricks he learned in the mean streets as 'King of the Sticks!'

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 12/12/2015 2:11:00 PM
A terrible fate for some... nice poem!!!
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Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 12/13/2015 5:11:00 PM
They seem to enjoy themselves and they're not hurting anybody, so... Thanks Terry.
Date: 12/5/2015 12:12:00 AM
LOL now thats the laugh I needed tonight! Great poem!
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Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 12/5/2015 1:13:00 AM
Thank you my friend... my dedication to those jazz musicians receiving care in hospitals and nursing homes.

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