The Barricade Walt Marie
The crowd’s eagerness is palpable.
Taste that?
One forceful push and those bars fall.
Rush it.
Close the kissing distance of sound,
front row.
Inch by inch now it’s time move up
center.
I’ve been left up against the barricade,
so close.
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