-- The Midnight Poet, Revisited --
Can’t see no flashing lights
Can’t hear no ringing bells
Ain’t got no distractions
Writes by sense of smell
Ain’t seen nothing like him
He writes for you and me
That deaf, dumb and blind man
Sure writes some mean poetry
They call him Tommy, got a word for you
I’m the Midnight Poet, got a word or two
Seeing me, you can hear the glory
Hearing me, you can see the heat
Following me thro the light
You get excitement at my feet
Eat your heart out, Pete Townshend!
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