LITTLE man with the crusted knocles, <br />lift your delakit hands in the air, and <br />watch the rain fall thru them, just like <br />sand, just like sand. <br />LITTLE man with the widen grin, look <br />behind you, then infront, do you see <br />some one there, or is it just a ghost. <br />LITTLE man with the head full of voices, <br />do you hear your name, and if you do, is <br />it the one you were born with.. <br />I THINK NOT..................<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dweller-blues/
