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I had never seen anyone hit
Something so intensely...
Not a smile cracked the face
Of mister tambourine troubadour man,
who took his percussion quite seriously.
Knowing boys and girls respond with
Orgasmic screams in between crashes
And beats and everything he sends out.
Heat and light and energy...
Exploding and combusting like fireworks
Over the water...


      Kimberly Keck

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