Rudeness Abounding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rudeness Abounding



Relaxing to music of old, enjoying it's beat and rhythm.
Taking advantage of melody, existing in an atmosphere of soul-searching peacefulness.
Trying to ignore rude people talking incessantly throughout the performance of volunteer entertainers.

Saturday, April 20, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: old,music
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