Rhythm's Lair
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Nose-diving into depths of patterns, feeling their textures
and sensing their sweet garden aromas as they twiddle in
rhythm's lair.
Making contact with all of it, sorting through, getting full
of their essences so they can be spread like cream cheese on
crackers and fed to others through poetry and it's music.
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