MARC BOLAN..
He's pretty and small,
His clothes made to order..
With his beloved Les Paul,
And his cheap tape recorder...
Cross legged he sits,
While he sings, strums and creates.
A head full of fantasy,
Past, present, and future...
Time seems important,
To this Master of Words.
His focus consuming,
While his mind sets to nurture..
As it all comes together,
Soon to be born..
The arrival of his creation,
The awsome "Till Dawn"....
*© Copyright Jaime Pitman 2011
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