Walkabout
You would think that I would have a handle on this Based as I am in no space, with no story but the road But those who let loose in raves surrounded for miles By pavements, they think that they can achieve That state, there, in Clubs in the basements of high-rises. Maybe they know more about this than the lion in the zoo. These faces come and go, family is far flung across The...
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Beat to my own drum - NaPoWriMo Day 5
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Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
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