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Thursday, September 1, 2016

My Blues - A Poem by Moe


my blues ain't but a cryin soul
just breathin out my feel
a feel done shacked up in a hole
too tasty to conceal

both a cryin pain and pleasure
as these run hand in hand
it's a sick riff played at leisure
for birds that fly to land

a subtle drippin honey move
drippin way down to fame
it took one night to prove this groove
since then I ain't the same...

~Apollo

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