August 2012
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The Rhythm Changer
Moving about my day
to my own beat and to time
my hands to work I may
to keep the rhythm of my rhyme.
Day to day its kept
my heart was beating fine
‘til in my life you stepped
I saw my world was never mine.
Now I dance about my day
twirling to a tune
with lyrics I can’t say
but smell sweet like a perfume.
Moving about my day
to your beat and to your time
hands work is...
