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The Poetry of Joe Cairney...
THE VAGRANT
Drunken man on the subway train
Eyes bloodshot and filled with pain
Remnants of life are just a stain
He bellows out a slurred refrain
Memories dance inside his head
He lays down on his cardboard bed
A fleeting glance of what lies ahead
Snowfall comes and they find him dead
Joe Cairney
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