'Der dis crazy ole man
Live down in the alley behind the bus stop:
Goes by the name a' Mr. G.
His walls, they made of cardboard
With a raindrop floor,
Classifieds, Page A
Makin' up his sheets.
And kids go by laughin'
As you hear him askin'
If they got a penny to spare:
But we all know
dat dis funny hobo
Ain't even got pockets
for a nickel to care.
But when you squat down
From stepping off a' the Downtown
And see his raggedy finger unfurl
To dandelion in the sidewalk crack
and seein' his old mouth slack
He'd say "Don't pity me,
I's the richest man in da' world."
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Written May 30th, 2005
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Neato
The first stanza Take out "and the" b4 the Classified line. Its not needed.
Ok. I had to write that before i forgot it. . . . The poems rythmn totally Works! Its language and slurs were good. They worked out well. I can write like this, i normally confuse the piss outta people. . . You. You can do these things, so you rock the hizzzouse. Message at the end totally made me feel warm and fuzzy at the end.
Thanks for the help with my poem. I needed it. The babied hair , was my baby hairs dancing. . . I dunno how to make that work. I was worried about it. Ahh. Oh well. If you can help, neato, if not thats coolio.
Beautifully done Melinda my Frienda!
Peace! ~ Tavia *
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