tugger
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Down the alley
Around the Apco station
The brown paper sack
Gets passed from mouth to mouth;
The sacred rite,
The cool burning cure for the chill.
Brittle-boned and broken,
Who are these bent men
With brusque faces
Dark with the weary world?
As I walk past, to my warm work,
We look and look away.
--tugger
Down the alley
Around the Apco station
The brown paper sack
Gets passed from mouth to mouth;
The sacred rite,
The cool burning cure for the chill.
Brittle-boned and broken,
Who are these bent men
With brusque faces
Dark with the weary world?
As I walk past, to my warm work,
We look and look away.
--tugger