name me one person

who could catch up

to him allowing the

thin rays of autumn’s

sun, he can completely

vanish and has slept

late escorted into a

dark pilgrimage of

four years times ten

and all the tin cups

to it, appalachia boy

rags and patches

bony shoulders

socks made

from hedgehogs 

strange and difficult

always walking in

the sun with his

enormous pockets

falls asleep in

his food and that

night late played

his harmonica

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