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Dull frets strum
As the audience come, The echoing base guitar A rhythem following from afar, Pale drum skins pound A new life is found. |
Posts Tagged ‘gig’
somewhere between nowhere and goodbye (poetry)
orginal poetry, something for everyone
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Dull frets strum
As the audience come, The echoing base guitar A rhythem following from afar, Pale drum skins pound A new life is found. |
