Weary Traveler
I got to shoes and one hand
I play the flute in a band
All I need is four fingers and one thumb
People call me dumb
If I ever need to hitch a ride
Got a dollar thirty-five
My face is full blown
My clothes are tattered and torn
But in my distress
I am still yet blessed
While your complaining with both of your two hands
10/11/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
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