A Different Drummer

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A Different Drummer

A Different Drummer

I marched to a different drummer.
We marched around quite a bit.
Upon my soul, his drum did roll,
as we marched into the pit.

I marched to a different drummer.
His cause I did extol.
Now he’s climbed out on top of me,
and left the drum down in the hole.

5 Comments
  1. Suzanne Hafer says

    Love it!

  2. curmudgeon says

    Thanks a bunch Suzanne Hafer

  3. Joyce says

    love this

  4. Steve Howard says

    Thanks a bunch Joyce White

  5. Steve Howard says

    Thanks a bunch Joyce White

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