A young man like him, he
can dance like a wild stallion
on the dance floor, he got
the groove and style, he drink
his own iced cold beer in
hand, he enjoying himself at
the craziest bar in the
century in his own time, he got his
all American smiles in
earth, he love his own people, he
warships them handsomely,
he gives his own heart of a
tiger, let it roar in his
beloved spirit and soul, he called
him Clinton, Clinton, he
open his eyes up like sunshine
rose, his bare naked
cheeks were red as a delicious
apples and raspberries all
over and over
Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-16-16
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