My Instrument
The palm of my hands slaps on the table
Sounding as the beat of a drum
My lips pucker to whistle
I am really feeling this strum
My feet begin to tap the floor
It really kinds fun
To use your body
As a instrument
While being refresh and energy renewed
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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