James
Sitting and Staring,
Always daring;
To live, to the extreme.
Never afraid,
Of things to be paid;
And living, not of dreams.
If he's hated,
He's never abated;
In his music, peace he'll find.
Backwards hat,
Shirts holed and flat;
He lives, not being timed.
Just like his mother,
Say hello to my brother;
He's truely one of a kind !
This poem was written by Leslie Guffey on May 05, 2000.
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