Invasion

November 6, 2008
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Fiction - Poetry



Invasion

The slow and steady pulse of their feet
Echoes and resounds, blocking the cheerful bird's tweet
With stern and grim faces
They made their wondrous cases

This was not done with weapons of war,
But with weapons of music!

Their beat fueled their passion
Their clothes displayed their fashion
They would take the world by storm
Fulfilling their urge to perform

No, they were not the Jonas Brothers,
But instead the Custard Brothers!

Their vibrations were great
And it seems they were destined by fate
To control and enthrall all in their wake
And to make rock n' roll as beautiful as a lake!





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