WEBSITE: http://art-and-soul...
LOCATION: somewhere awesome
RECORDS: 26
LATEST RECORD: over 2 years ago
JOINED: August 18, 2009
LOCATION: somewhere awesome
RECORDS: 26
LATEST RECORD: over 2 years ago
JOINED: August 18, 2009
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when I first heard the desk drum circle, and as it grew, I not only heard the beauty of all being together in rhythm but I heard this poem. Hope someone can do something more beautiful and amazing with it and hope it finds some way in to your heart....but I really don't know. haha i can go un-noticed, thats fine, it lives in my heart. Pit pat, Pit pat. The rain fell gently down on the window sill, Pit pat, Pit pat. Crimson birds flew by singing sweet tinkling melodies and their wings went flit flat, flit flat, and the rain went pit pat, pit pat. A long lean shiny black cat dogged the rain going pit pat, pit pat, he was trying to catch the birds that went flit flat, flit flat the cat's tiny claws on the cobbled street went tip tap, tip tap. Pit pat, pit pat, flit flat, flit flat, tip tap, tip tap. A little girl with a yellow dress and a pink umbrella was walking down the street, as a car passed by the street watter got in her yellow wellies, she looked at the sky and the bird and the cat and said why are you doing that, that tip tap, tip tap. Pit pat, pit pat, flit flat, flit flat, tip tap, tip tap. “Oh this?” they said, “were just dancing.” They all went Pit pat, pit pat, flit flat, flit flat, tip tap, tip tap, pit pat, pit pat, flit flat, flit flat, tip tap, tip tap. |
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