It's Pachyderm funk coming from the woods with a trombone trunk its bended blue notes could crank, crash, crunk and if you hear it, you should dance it even if your moves are junk

for #mastoprompt

When windows become broken

ideas become open

Every stone's a throw, to shatter

the illusions no longer matter

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Just don 't delet e me – the delete ke y won't fr ee me – it will only remove m e and I wan t you to se e me

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Freed but forgotten: the emancipated people of our collective past still languish at the bottom of memory

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A tribe called (it) quest - built inside beats, listened best with headphones on, up too loud, ear-worm samples and word play: urban music getaway

a tanka for #mastoprompt and #ds106

Resplendent in dress and feathers, the finch consumed the seeds of flower, then flew forth into uncertain weather

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Come along - Bring the song - The melody awaits the ones who arrive to sing with a reason, and invitation, to belong

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For whom? -

The chime rings out the time

the bell tolls

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The young boy shudders - his fear, filtered - another sign of another day, caught off-kilter

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From late spring to mid-summer, vines grow

Tenacious in design, their stranglehold lets me know

I'm only a temporary caretaker of the havoc it sows

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