HARMONYA Poem by MICHAEL
Believe my harmonica is wrapped in cellophane beneath my bottom dresser drawer
It bubbles and blows sweet fruits of alone 29 palms and sheets all alone
Duplicity plays a part split the problem in 2 Life takes on art Art imitates life
Memphis predilection Oh, mama you know what I need but she knows what I want © 2008 MICHAEL |
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Added on August 12, 2008 |

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