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Aug 2011
Feel the words caress you
And tickle up your spine.
Taste the bass like it's
Earthy, ruddy wine.
Smell the drum beats,
peppered through in perfect time.
Watch the guitar rear it's head,
leap away, and start to climb.
Listen to this song,
Breathe deeply of the rhyme.
KM
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KM
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