Sky Jam Poetry

Poetry on a roof

Close to the sky

Home of the most high

The “barompapompom” of my drum

Tenderizes the atmosphere

The reflection of our souls

Travel a board our words

Past the stars, into the milky way

Creating the rhythmic pulse

That god needs to thrive

Earthlings are the honey makers

Keeping god alive.

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Am i wrong?...Am i?..And the church said

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