One Job, One Love

There is one thing I love, that takes me a plae higher than a dove can fly

Something money can't buy, where talent stands above

One of life's forms of expression, where words aren't the way to make a confession,

Moving the music's grooving, any emtion can be something that is soothing,

By yourself or with your crew, everyone respects the routine you brew,

Everything that you made during dilligent practic through and through.

 

 

 

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