Metal heads of Magic #2A Poem by MarshallJust as you sauntered into the fog filled replica of an acid night where the trumpet blared in a shrieking cacophony of foot tapping jazz I too will grasp the metal heads of magic and wait for you, tickets in hand to a journey of ecstasy in Rockland Author NotesOptional © . All rights reserved, a month ago© 2014 Marshall |
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