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Wet with the juices of rhythm and blues

a man walks up on stage
flips a page or two
looks out soulfully at one spot
its hot in here now
as he begins to speak
not a creak comes from the wood floor
people left barely breathing
reeling
familiar words but nothing cliche
word play original
subliminal
he's got us wet with the juices of rhythm and blues
you
looking right in to your eyes
surprised
he's speaking only to me
I see
the picture his words so eloquently form
reborn
as he speaks
a beat
that flows
goes
like a shiver through the crowd
not loud
no way could we say a word
if his voice unheard
for a moment went
repent from sin
He's got us wet with the juices of rhythm and blues





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