Ode to a Tyrannical Drummer
By MaggieL
Ode to a Tryannical Drummer The lights dim and I am released Dancing to the tribal rhythm only you can provide My lonely tyrant, endless stretches of road are your only friend But tonight, You are mine hands clapping to your blistering beat pounding like a madman You infect me with hip-grinding fever Written January 31st, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 04:28 PM PST 0 • 10
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