A Different Drummer Poem by Steve Howard

A Different Drummer



I marched to a different drummer,
we marched round quite a bit.
Upon my soul, his drum did roll,
as we marched into the pit.
I marched to a different drummer.
His cause I did extol.
Now he's climbed out on top of me,
and left the drum down in the hole.

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Steve Howard

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