Like catching the end of a parade
Or the last verse of contagious piece of pop music
Your lungs force out a sigh like a bully
Lips protrude, bones stretch like a rubber band
Feeble hands shake like a tambourine
In search of a beat
Your heart attacks pray for inspiration
Like dead trees longing to be tattooed
by the poignant pens of an articulate author...
Mama told me their be days like this.....
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