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| Drummers Dream by � blue_panther Walking along a mountain stream looking for a dream. The friend that stand so tall and still, has fallen, could it be a dream. Burn and pray all through the day till finally it is done. A Friend runs free to feed the tribe and a hide to make a dream. More work and prayer to thin the hide might this be a dream. The hide is wet and stretched till taunt. More prayers now till it�s dry. Until the stroke and the tone flies true and the drum begins to sing. At last we know the truth in this, This is the drummers dream. David Stalvey Blue Panther |