Williams
Dime of dozen,
In armor truck loads,
Jame Dean still lived?
Left out in the cold.
Another pretty face,
Hollywood has plenty of,
Yet a place in the crowd,
He would be found,
Streaming down river with the current tide,
On every street corner.
Nothing new,
Same old,
Nevertheless,
Called unique.
I used to not get,
Now I understand it,
No one likes solitude,
So into the clone fashion one goes.
Heaven I stand underbreath,
Waiting,
Modern day Shakespeare?
Now I will bow lowly,
Speaking Uncommon indeed!
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