heat
see boy can't you see the heat
that can simply beat
no hands that, it feels incomplete
though it acts descrete
it never does retreat
the heat beats the drumbeat
more so than the heartbeat
steam that does soar to reheat
but take a seat,
its act is simply sweet
when the street is complete
witth strong beats
weak offbeats
this heat does all ways have a vary
unique drumbeat
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