do one helluva buck'n'wing on that sparkly sidewalk...
.wonder where they get the glitter....
.make it float like that....
.make it invite my patent leathers to stay on these coupla squares all night....
up where we come from there's nothin' like this....
we just jump the puddles to get in to the back seat
and it takes about a halfa day to get to here.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem