Friday, December 16, 2016

True To Our Music Valentine

After the rain
The gutters drip
In quick-time
Clicking away like
The typewriters
In old movies
A rhythm you could
Dance to so old
But still fresh
You can only tap
Your mortal feet
The gods set the beat
They make the body pay
The music never stops
Do you come here often
We got carried away

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