What Would You Do?
What would you do
If I turned up on your doorstep
At two in the morning
Dressed only in my violin?
You know
The one without a bow
That I play in the metro
Tunnel,
Surrounded by funnel web spiders.
I don't stay,
Because they say
It's illegal
And anyway
I can't play.
This is nonsense
Of course,
Just like
The black and white horse
On my bedroom wall
All I really want to say,
Is what would you do
If I turned up on your doorstep
At two in the morning
Dressed only in my violin,
Would you send me away
Because I can't play?
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Owain Glyn
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