A prowling beast,
with a pirate smile,
your breath is stink,
and your blood is oil,
DRUMROLL please, some
things about to hit the
fan.
REDBONE rusted, plastic
parts, meditation, under
neath the stars,
DRUMROLL please, some
things about to hit the
fan.
Prowling beast, prowling, creeping, stalking poem. Warm regards, Gina.
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THIS BAND YOU HAVE...U TH DRUMMER PER CHANCE? GREAT PIECE..INTRIGUING'''''''''''''''''''FRAMK