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by samuel Jun 3, 2005 category : Internet slang / fun, humor
Till dusk tomorrow You play your lute; Birds above your head Supply needed chorus. The wind punctuates the stanzas, Happy melody and relief; The calm rippling is In your chest. Pipe and reed Supplement percussion; Sekere and gong, Added audiophones alluring. Sing in synchronization, Sombre symphony; Mild and mellow, Graceful and neat. Tonic solfa Supplies its own arithmetic; The scientific art of music Inspires the genius. Clap your hands And shake your lean bottoms; You must dance So the ballad is saved. Dum dum da da da, Haroo haroo ha; Limdim cha limdim cha, Songs from the skies. Don\'t leave so soon, Enjoy the song still; We play on and on, We do not stop.
by Robie Lincer
Thats a nice poem!