![]() GambaleA Poem by Gomer LePoet![]() tribute to the noteworker![]() Gambale he comes from the land down under a golden axe is in his hand creating his centrifugal funk all across his note drenched land he completed his Italian job sending everyone high fives while schmoozing in the white room high powered electric jives Nunzia was by his side he was his right hand man except of course when making love inside Lydia's love van one of the great explorers of this final wild frontier like a crouching jaguar keeping his mind so clear the magical slinging weapon faster than an arrow the vibrations pierced through the skin down inside the marrow the thunder current crashing this pathfinder with attitude it was dawn over the Nullarbor at crusing altitude conducting naughty business for all those who seek to hear Kuranda is the place you'll find his vision so perfectly clear for his right of passages a little charmer flying by a present for the future noteworker on a natural high Gomer LePoet... © 2010 Gomer LePoetReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 21, 2010 Last Updated on July 21, 2010 Author![]() Gomer LePoetTampa, FLAboutI am a former IT Manager/Consultant working for many Fortune 500 companies, mainly in the Banking, Telecommunications industry. I am also a part time musician, playing guitars and keyboards and writ.. more..Writing
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