![]() BluesA Poem by AnalgesiaLord knows there’s fire in the blues Let there be smoke and tunes And it was good
He made man’s heart to keep a beat Fingers to tap snap and repeat Or maybe just to push piano keys On ones and twos; and threes
And then he made man’s mind So it could twist, wind and find Something else to do with it’s time Than think of deep things that rhyme © 2010 AnalgesiaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 13, 2010 Last Updated on July 14, 2010 AuthorAnalgesiaFLAboutI've settle into a routine: I'll stew in my own words for a few months, then, when there's been enough rumination I'll dispatch some sort of half cocked pile of context riddled with pretension and lov.. more..Writing
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