Parading

they play a trombone in my heart;

they play brush sticks over the skin of a drum
they play brush sticks over the skin of a drum
they play brush sticks over the skin of a drum
they tambourine the light on the wall
they tambourine the light on the wall
they swallow a sax whole. —Peter Balakian
they swallow a sax whole.
—Peter Balakian

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