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!