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His magnifying glass studies knurled knobs,
imagining Vic Firth repetition,
with hands performing notes, though fingers throb
through unstoppable rhythmic precision.
A unison fortissimo attack
must have damaged the head of the timp-tom,
leaving particular dents with a thwack
of double paradiddles. Cause and symptom
rack his brain as his partner pours over
the pale skin vandalized with blood beading
across her breast. He ponders, moreover,
just how on earth this victim is bleeding
via drum stick. He speaks without caution,
“That’s rudimentary, my dear Watson.”
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Keela Dee
Writer, teacher, climber, queen.
God’s the Author- I’m just taking notes.
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