J.Munro Hutson ,Old Jake</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=27.htm>J.Munro Hutson </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Old Jake</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>He came by today, dirty old Jake,<br>Sat and talked, he was filled with hate, <br>Of times in the past and days long gone,<br>And he talked about people, the same old song.<br>He would ask me a question<br> And draw me out<br>Twist it around<br>And put me down.<br>He opened the door<br>And walked into the store,<br>And pointed his finger in my face.<br>What would I do? I worked in the place.<br>No more talking to you old Jake.<br>You are filled with too much hate.<br>I have no room for that sort of thing.<br>To build up and not tear down,<br>That to me is the action more sound.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>