Outlook East Manchester

Clean

I could roll around in mud
But it would still make me feel good
Because I'm clean

You could put beetles in my hair
And I would'nt really care
Because I'm clean

I could wear the same old clothes
And I'd be smelly to your nose
But I'd be clean

I may never bath for days
But it would not change my ways
Cos I am clean

Now what it is I try to say to you
Is that to see the real me you must look through
And when you understand what you have seen
Then you will know that I am truly clean

See what I mean I'm clean

Poem by Michael mccarrick

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