The Music NumberA Poem by J.Tippins Tap your foot.
La La like a wave.
Moving, not still. Pave! Shoot the bad singer! Even if it's Debra Winger. Save! My ears hurt from the s**t. Stop the s**t. Kill! Break the records! For the record, I will! © 2017 J.Tippins |
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Added on November 12, 2017 Last Updated on November 12, 2017 |
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