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While all of those pretty faces play
I'll listen to all of those pretty faces fate
All of them look and smile the same
For she screams like a guitar with an electric feed
And she wails like a bending string


Free the flowerchild and let her dance
Her moves will give you something to romance
She's the type to draw pretty on her pants
She is groovy man can't you see
She is in the musik and the musick is in me


Rock on brother save us from this retched end
Take us on the path that we cannot comprehend
Tell us the trip that you recommend
For i get so lost in your endless lead
Musicman you are in you're own league



Poetry by AZ
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Written on 2005-06-29 at 01:30

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
reminded me a little of flower power 70's, probably your use of language here, hinting at that, music all i hear is music...
2005-06-29