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The Talking drum

A drum with a voice I am
Active, proud and can smile
Made of cow-hide and wood
I can mime and make noise
I am here to be hired to shout
Provoked I make useful noise

Wood is my switch-board
Strike me with wooden sticks
And I dance for you twisty
Cool soothing dance
The dances of your heart
And sing for you reggae	
Song of your mind for your joy

I am multi-lingual too
When given cheese, butter
I can cry with the crying
When showered with money, milk
I can laugh with the laughing
A talking drum, I ape my master
At times I am deaf and dump
Feed me not, I raise my hand not
Feed me, I postpone sleep and act
For I talk what you talk, 
And hear what you hear for,
Life is a dream full of imitations

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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