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That song I hear
Everywhere
Haunts me, trips me, makes me cry
I don’t know why.
The words?
Reminding me of better days
Of careless life
Of picnics and games amidst the May
Nostalgia they say
Is the curse of our day
Clutching us
Disallowing our play
But it could be the rhythm
Those drums, those chords
Coursing through veins
Reviving pains
When we dance with them.
67 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Word Prompt: Rhythm
crispina kemp 
Beautifully evocative. 😍
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Thank you. Very quickly penned. Guess it came from the heart of me 🙂
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It’s a haunting dance … but you created an interesting conundrum.
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Thank you, Frank. But dance and music is like that: bittersweet
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Bada-BOOM!
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Yes. Caught it in one
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Very lovely! I would like to hear the music.
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It’s all wrapped up in my head. Always music in my head!
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Excellent.
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Thank you, Bill 🙂
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Beautifully done, Crispina.
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Thank you, Dale. And enjoyed the doing!
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I bet you did!
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There is a poet hiding in my soul!
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I believe it
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🙂
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😊
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