Shorting out in past times of yesterday, placing dates
and times in rows of talented innate natures that now
compliment who we are and what we plan to do.
Whenever moving into another dimension, reacting very
heavily in the midst of heavenly domains, being taught
how to spell in rhythms and notes.
As they continue to reach into measures of the future,
taunting beats of a drummer in the magic of life's all-
important mysteries.
As they move forward, enlivening everything in domains
of rhythmic visions, awakening them so they may finally
taste the beauty of success.
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