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Dec 2021
I carved my place in history
I heard the beating drum
I listened to the rapid beat
That could get loud for some
It gets my juices flowing
It invigorates my soul
And then before you know it
I’ve completely lost control
If I remain cool, calm, and collected
Or if push comes to shove
The beating drum goes silent
When you lose someone you love
But the echoes, they last forever
Though the memories may fade
And thoughts, they get forgotten
So cherish those you’ve saved
Jason Paul Klenetsky
Written by
Jason Paul Klenetsky  50/M/Florida
(50/M/Florida)   
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