Love Poem: Kess-kess
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Written by: Allan Terry

Kess-kess

Sine Wave replicated the Hand whistle, a drum and
bass and tremble  guitar fused with a funky mix of 
 in opposition tothe fella's camped further in the distance.
There a banjo and fiddle were played while a crooner
 serenaded the dust clouds kicked up the drunken
cowpokes. 
While the Elders sleep or were to drunk to refuse them
wise mid twentyish people grabbed instruments and
went into the barn and began to
fuse there style
with sounds that were never heard before. A member
 of the orchestra used his influence to
convince these busy hard working people
to make time to get together
and create music. The way music needs to be appreciated.


Night hides the meanest of day
but moring tell the true story
if she'll go
or if she'll stay
Regional flavors
Capsicum Annuun
Hot Peppers and Milk
Pizzicato wash your hands
begore you pull
them strang's
Headdresses and Cowboy hats
Hazing a Tenderfoot