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Old man sat he had a wrinkled old face

Old man sat he had a wrinkled old face,
He had lived a lifetime and now walking a slow pace.
The old man sat with a guitar in hand,
Strumming an old tune and a song about the land.
 
His friends came to see this little wrinkled old man,
Each one of them had an instrument in hand,
They all played together a wonderful band,
Music was beautiful you could hear it across the land.
 
Old man sat he  had a wrinkled old face,
You could see in his old blue eyes the wisdom with age,
The old man had a mouth organ he liked to play,
He sat there blowing a tune with his long turn friends into it at the end of the day.
 
Copyright 2016 Allan Robinson

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