who I think I is I is a no one looking to be some one from nothing, hoping for the groping of gold and silver. I is a spirit dressed in flesh, tucked away in clay awaiting the great awakening, when we can play. O the fun we are going to have. The kinds of time, as roses grow in wild meadows on sunny days. I think I is a wild rose in a bush of many growing for a spell in the time span we dwell I is a living being, being oddly me. I is a dream being dreamed into the realness of life around. That's who he thinks he is...
why you ask???
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