He was a minstrel

a balladeer on a shoestring
with a wooden box
of sentiment to melt
a pretty woman's heart
and put a sparkle
in her eyes.

He wasnt worthless
but he wasnt much good
apart from the music.

His forte' was a story
wrapped in common clothes
a pocketful of salty songs
with sand in the shoes
for good measure.

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