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by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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just because i don’t exist just because i have never been kissed just because i have no name and my life is such a shame just because my hair’s not curly and my teeth are not quite pearly just because i walk alone and my head is filled with stones just because you shake your head at the life that i have led and confidently assume that i am marked for doom will the sun not shine on me may i not dream of being free? if i find a dollar in the street may my heart not skip a beat? must only the beautiful and rich who never sleep in park or ditch and are never rounded up by the county enjoy the universe’s bounty? just because you can not see me and my skin’s not soft and creamy does not mean i can not dream as i float down time’s dark stream next