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Apr 2017
All I know is I got music on the brain and it's making me insane.

The beat is controlling me like a puppet on the string.

I can't stop this feeling growing inside of me.

I got to move to the Groove to let the flow of music take me to my own Paradise. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Written by
Shelby Mccrary  29/F/Lake city FL 32024
(29/F/Lake city FL 32024)   
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