Drum Toys
I hear the echoes of days gone by
in your voice tonight and I sigh
Does she still live in your heart
don't tell me, i don't want to get smart
but I can feel my throat getting bigger
lets look at the bright side I figure
Will we meet tonight but I'm alright alone
I know nothing at all is ever set in stone
But a lovely quote I wrote for my alumni
Susan Mills essence will always live here; not shy
As we step on echoes of our past
Yours screams out, "i'm hard to get and it's a blast!"
Drum now, drum now boy!
I have sights set on my toy...
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