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[bodytext] => He’s a Rolling Stone, he’s got a home He likes to ramble he, he likes to roam He’s got a voice like nails and an orchestra in his pocket He wrote the greatest song in the world and then forgot it He rides the night bus with his personal stereo turned high He’s a friend to the charity case, the unsure diplomat, the ones with the far a way look in there eye He’s as honest as the Hurricane but he can lie He makes the rounds and wishes he could fly His boots were brought for walking but his hair dose all the talking He’s a tipsy gypsy but he’s not lipsy, if you know what I mean He’s got the Rainbow behind the locked door in the back of his mind If he could find the key he could change the course of time He’s everything I want to be and everything I don’t Forget him? I won’t He’s visited the slum, looked out from the dock He’s walked twenty miles of bad road hanging on to a solid rock He’s very well read it’s well known Staying up late to here the tongues of angels, heard dead voices screaming down megaphones Constantly searching he’s had his mind twisted, blown apart and put back together A regular tourist but a stranger within, feels like his own twin His hands have created beauty but his creations make him sick He tries to touch people but flinches when they touch him Searching endless for the perfect companion But he can't reconcile his visions to the canyon He’s got a family who loves him, parents who trust He’s as sure as a Tree with Roots but he’s not secure Everywhere he goes people tell him ‘Your safe’ Looks them straight in the eyes but sometimes it’s a chore He’s everything I want to be and everything I don’t Forget him? I won’t Man of the streets, feels safe when he’s inside Sometimes the suns to bright for his eyes The cold wind pleasing, the icy rain teasing He’s a wild Dancer in the silence of the night when everyone’s leaving He can snarl like a tiger, snap like a trap but his sarcasm betrays misgivings He looks up to the sky while everyone walks by and thinks he sees a comet A wander a plunderer a squanderer who believes all things to be sacred He closes his eyes and sees bliss opens them up looks around and sees the pit Exchanging his mask for face, paint checks his watch and walks a raged mile to wait Dark eyes, psychedelic shirts and leather coats He’s not there He’s here He spits and He swallow as He floats See the turmoil around you remember something you heard Want to tell every one but you can t find the words He’s everything I want to be and everything I don’t Forget him? I won’t [comments] => 0 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 64 [informant] => Ppaul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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