Listening to Todd <br /> <br /> It seems like 30 or more, the number now eludes me, <br /> Listening to Todd rock the house, it's a good as it gets, <br /> He asks the question, “Who's a Crybaby Now”? You see, <br /> I think he has me there, climbing all over those frets, <br /> <br /> He bends the frequency, to pull on my ears <br /> sometimes so sweet, it brings me to tears, <br /> I can feel his passion inside, and I can feel mine too, <br /> is this the way to act? , am I happy, or be I blue <br /> <br /> There's an Itch in my brain, and he can't get to it, <br /> I have a free will, and I know how to use it, <br /> walking carefully now, trying to avoid the mines, <br /> extremely important, that I keep Parallel lines <br /> <br /> He saw the light in her eyes, and chanted “Hello it's me”, <br /> we all knew, that Love was the Answer, so plain to see, <br /> so off to your Hideaway, your secret hideaway you go, <br /> its the Love of the common man, but how could you know <br /> <br /> Gomer LePoet...<br /><br />Gomer LePoet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listening-to-todd/
