Hobo Camp Poems - Poems about Hobo Camp

...Joe and Shelly’s house is on fire! It is simply and surely ablaze! The flames are incessantly higher. Yet we see him sitting there, in a daze. Mr. Hamilton runs straight in there, We see him ......

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...We forage for humanity, hidden fruits quench our thirst. Our hunting grounds, old overgrowth forest just off the rail-line, down the hill to the river, was a hobo camp long ago. Broken potte......

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