Monday, February 20, 2012

The sad beat ode

Ode to intimate friends
where ever I turn my head
I see you to no end
alas I am properly bred
with societal times of forties
over the sixties breakdown
an eighties gala sorties
with a year of two and ten
but we do not do
like we used to
we do not dance
in a sure trance
and life goes on
drummer's undone.

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