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Swing beat
October 1, 2010
I stand on the hills, faces judging their subordinates. My friend next to me, her eyes saying, “lets get started”. I hold a mike connected to no amp, and sing. My friend holds a guitar, not connected to an amp either, and plays perfectly. Bass guitar and drums and keyboards play, though its just us two, me and my friend, on the hills. We start with “Keyhole” by Superbus, and end with “All I Wanted” by Paramore, with many songs in between. We turn around and walk off the hills, into a fate worse than death. We laugh, unknowing.
© April W., Rogersville, MO
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A_shy_dove GOLD said...
on Oct. 22 2010 at 7:57 am
thank you for explaining.
shybuthappy GOLD said...
on Oct. 21 2010 at 7:25 pm
When simple but happy moments, so magical, run into tragedy, like A loved one's death, or the like.
A_shy_dove said...
on Oct. 19 2010 at 7:52 am
I don't quite understand it. Can you please explain??
