Peter Beckwith's Bumpin Blog
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Change poem
The
crowd
sits
quietly
as the first notes are played
The
climax
is
deafening
filling
everyone
with
joy
Stage
empy
only
the
janitor
remains
picking
up
chairs
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