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Nostalgia's Hobos

a bag of memories on a stick time...just passing through winks, bargains for a meal, a bit of work, a song, a dance a story - mostly fiction - fashioned from fading sunsets nostalgia's hobos around a cold campfire whispering tales of long rusted rails holding tightly a crumpled ticket awaiting time's ======= caboose John G. Lawless 7/6/2020

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 7/9/2020 9:19:00 AM

I've only known a few genuine hobos in my life, and most were elusive and secretive. Sad creatures in my view. Somehow the hobos of yesteryear have morphed into the "bag people" of the Sixties. Fairly accurate description of these people. Thank for the stop by. / M

Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/6/2020 10:00:00 PM

Oooh. I like it! Shades of the ending of "The Jungle," by Upton Sinclair -- or at least the part before that absurd parlor meeting which ran about 70 pages at the very end. Kudos! :) Gershon