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By ladyinwaiting Date: 2007 Oct 16 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.16.00.19.15718]] |
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i rock in my chair on the porch listening to the rain soft gentle drops flute and oboe melody of their own i rock in my chair to my rhythm rain quickens sounds of brass band thunder drums echo a moving sound i rock in my chair to my rhythm mind drifting time not so long ago brisk air could be a welcome relief to the heat of the room we rock to our rhythm soft and gentle quickening hearts beating a thousand drums vibrating tambourines relief a brass horn soft cymbal contentment engulf us as it rains |