The Blues
You have Africa on your mind
The distant land you left behind
With nothing to prove.
Humiliated, without a choice
There’s melancholy in your voice
What is your next move?
Vent your feelings through land and sea
To the rhythm that sets you free
Who could disapprove!
Raise your song – with a blend of hues
Bring on the notes of swinging blues
To shuffle and groove.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 8th March 2014
Contest : Take Two
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placing: 2nd
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014
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