words gripping mallets
my rib cage a xylophone
you make my bones sing
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floating and leaving no trace
words gripping mallets
my rib cage a xylophone
you make my bones sing
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WOW! Fantastique!! I love, love, love this one, Mr. Music Man.
Thank you. I thought you might like it.
❤
I shall lend you my ribs if you promise to rap my knuckles, as well. Cool haiku, Crow man!
~PR
I’m at a loss. So wonderfully dark! ^_^
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Love this! 🙂
Thanks so much! 😄
Our bodies are like instruments… we just need someone to play us. Absolutely loved it! 😃
Thanks very much!
You’re welcome! 😃
splendidly rendered
Thanks!i appreciate your feedback. And good to see you back on the web.
thanks. i think it was a needed break, one that has refreshed the old creative blood flow