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Sep 2020
Playing instruments with his
hands
Stretching tones, foot pedal to the drum stand
Watching my father play his blues, I catch a smile, the number one clue
He romances the keys of the piano with his long fingers, gliding so swiftly
A boom- tap, tap for the drums he hits, gives a quick spin of the cymbal, then tap hi-hat
Pow-boom, boom the room is shaking, from all the sounds of music he's making
I clap along, this beat sounds good to me
I am his audience, he is my melody
I did this for my son, who hardly plays his trumpet. Lol😂
Written by
Latitisha Hendricks  45/F
(45/F)   
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   Flatfielder
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