Band Poem by Frances M

Frances M

Frances M

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents

Band



Strumming our guitars
to the wrong fecking beat
Singing out of tune
Tapping our bare feet

Then comes the chorus
I start to chant quite loud
You get up and dance
and thank our imaginary crowd

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May Namoc 04 December 2008

-claps- i'll be part of that imaginary crowd. good short piece. great job.

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Frances M

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