playing bongos in the woods

about the forest, the boy loved. especially the tall pine wooded where there were not many limbs low; limbs high – beautiful canopy up there. the hundreds of poles for standing between on softed ground of eras of needles making their way each season to fall in place made inspiration easy: sure, dreamy. Maybe can you feel the bongo from behind a behind another tall pine pole behind another drumming right for forest sounds … and people walking through on the trail while! Or RAD the bike flying through zig zag cuttin dust up off the shoulder left off the arm right poles darting fast alas how too much the cost the bike or the bongo so no. or grab a limb low and hang himself with a rope.

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