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Mar 2015
Something is missing nowadays,
a familiar beating in my chest.
Well this is strange,
not having the usual DONKEY kick in my breast.

Never realised how much I would miss that beat,
morning, noon and night, put a smile on my face at a repeat.
I wonder where I lost my beat,
left in the bed, in another room, maybe under my seat?

Really worried now,
still cant find my beat.
Body slowing down, life begins to cease.
Things just arent the same, without my beat.
Written by
Jerard Phillips
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