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The Dude

Floating around the town Not looking up or down Whistling a little tune At night baying at the moon Chasing the odd skirt now and then Just a distraction in the end Such a snappy dresser he was Never a straight answer just because And the truth is such a little thing When to a conversation it will bring Something unusual he would think Maybe even bring him to the brink. © Paul Warren Poetry

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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