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Your body feels well, but you’re forced to listen. You then feel attacked within your soul. Poetry is crying out to speak or you need some kind of release, right quick!

The child wonder's by talking to himself as he leaps better than "Peter Pan", care-free. God's ears are opened for you to speak, within the child's spirit.

You attempt to speak, but aren't free as the child is. You wish you were talking to just the child, even though he doesn't understand everything as you may or may not. The knowing, gnawing, jawing effects of the person "force-feeding" you without escape, hooks you up, beyond the hole in your new economically tailored pants.

You wish you were walking near that creative person you met as a child, that sowed his pants, of two pair right up the middle. You ask this "Man-Child" like spirit, straight up, "Why are you sowing your blue-jeans, and cords together, straight up the middle?

Turns out he was brought up near lots of danger to his pants well-being, and he always ruined at least the one side of his new pants. Yes, "His mom was a "Seam-Stress" but didn't want a son to come to spoil. He had no Dad, so she had to take over some-how, some-way.

When he got done with even more than just his pants, Mr. Bojangles himself would have been more than head over heels to dance and converse in this out-fit that could really keep you safe while cross-walk dancing near traffic, or where-ever.

His shirt was sewed up the middle, from a checker-board of square type fashioned one, and off to the other-side, "A quite Heavenly side-of once-full fledged shirt peopled-up of many colors and faces, as if to say in love beyond the dance of Mr. Bojangles, "Please get along, even with the so called odd-folks of many colors." He wore two different types of shoes, so his out-fit would look conventional.

He cobbled gabbed, and spoke of how he loved wearing two different types of shoes for other reasons beyond personal appearance's best. He went on to explicate, that he stepped out wrong one day, and came to need a rebuilding somewhat of his foundation of once left-foot's best.

One shoe had to be of "D" width, and one of easy to get too, of the "price is right" quality"E". His hair also more than seemed to have that seamed on look. On the left up headed side of growth was multiple offerings of jewel-up in and out-side homemades best. You saw washers and nuts, customized costumed jewelery and drilled coins blessings of econo art's best. To much meal on that top side of tabled up head, "Dude-Dooed-Up Hair Blend", beyond the lend me, please, please!

The right up headed side offered style of the norm, so the odd would stand out more, I guess. He walked prouder than "The Head Cook, Of Hell's Kitchen", and should anyone tell him, he was second best. He'd tell them they better believe it, as I always loved to say, "You better believe it too, as a kid.

When you can make first from your first materials best, and seconds as well from your first materials best pants-wise or what have you, and then go it again after your terrifying tear, with enough time to spare a child, no wonder you can catch fish too, without the cold offering. He did whip-up a coat that unzipped and offered you a blanket from within its boarders, and some pictures of his family of "Econo Guinness Book Quality". They were dressed in ways that may make even "A King" get economically jealous, least all his children.

When you go out sometime, put that something special on, even if it's just of made-up shoe-lace quality, as the "Man-Child", has now passed-on, and deserves his time, along with his family, "IN The Econo Hall Of Fame". Please future President or some-one special, offer "More Econo, Halls Of Fame". The artist shouldn't be considered priceless just cause he can afford to spend a-lot for materials. No one should be able to buy the Presidency at all, just as well.