May 31, 2011
By Matt Torres BRONZE, Orlando, Florida
Matt Torres BRONZE, Orlando, Florida
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I pop in the buds
I hear the sound start to run
The bang of the drum
It drops with a hum
With no place to go or people to see
I get on the train to go from point A to will see
As I listen to the beat
I’m dazing of in my seat
The sounds is a way to clear the mind
One small step at a time
But in all actuality, music is escape from reality

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Sayuri97 GOLD said...
on Aug. 7 2011 at 10:35 am
Sayuri97 GOLD, Gilford, New Hampshire
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Thank god for music! Cool poem, well done.


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