Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by abstract219, Apr 18, 2006.
dancing in my room...
old music from my teen years....
my son shakes his head.
yesteryears of fun
soundwave dusties resound me
the room filled sweetly
There's nothing new, under the sun...
what the teens are doing, we already done
let the young shake their heads in shame
Old heads the one, invented the game
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