who 'm i to you, young man
a mote in your eye that quenches you in a spur
a kiss you type 'n clone on my snap of face
a moth that prays up hill n upside down
who 'm i to you, young man
so much of heat
so much of rain
so much of snow
who am i to you, young man
what the heaven u gonna do wid me?
tell me how many strings in your guitar..
tell me how many strokes in mine
tell me, tell me
who am i to you young man?
Friday, October 3, 2008
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