The Blind Man From Mid-West Town
A blind man hailed from mid-west town
A mild but lonley clown
In search of love and happy times
A life so filled with rhymes
His friends would tease and call him blind
But still he would'nt mind
They say deep down he is truely kind
And deserves a worthy find
So he set off-shore "the fairy tales"
With gusto that never fails
He sailed accross the bitter niles
And the shores of lonely miles
He went on-ward with head ahead
With little or no bread
In hope of making mends amend
With glimmer of uncertain end
An abrupt stop suprised he made
Cos he saw what none could see
A vista view of a pretty maid
Behold!...a magic tree
With leafs cut out in golden sheets
And sterms stretched out in fleets
Upon each nod a diamond ring
Of roses and lilies bling
"Oh! heavens i must be dreaming here"
So he said with uneasy stare
He tried to place in harmony
That life is such an irony
For years he prayed his sight would be
But the world was blind but he
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