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Nov 2014
when I broke my ribs I could no longer
chop my wood, shoot my gun or beat my drum
  Healing takes time and I need a way to thump
    I need twang, thumps and ca-chings
I thought how can I be musical and do my thing
  I can't beat on much of anything!
     Movement makes my ribs scream!
Enter my new friend TAMBOURINE!
Miss Kiss My Bliss
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Miss Kiss My Bliss  Down Stairs
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