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Oct 2015
I can't stand the silence,
That emanates from others souls,
So I bring my rhythm against,
the empty hollows,
The music of my heart,
the beat the flow,
It's a beat so strong,
A rhythm I can't control,
tap tappity tapping,
on every ones doors,
sharing the beauty,
of those melodious chords,
the kind of music,
that changes things,
the type of melody,
that can only be made by heart strings.
Written by
Michael Ryan Lane  Alabama
(Alabama)   
460
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