Perhaps the loudest in percussion,
the finger drums
against the armchair.
So loud as to wake a dead man
from his eternal slumber
and get him to dance
in the fantasies
of the patient.
The finger drums
against the armchair
with the twisted frown
and the angry eyebrows.
I'm stuck in a queue.
the finger drums
against the armchair.
So loud as to wake a dead man
from his eternal slumber
and get him to dance
in the fantasies
of the patient.
The finger drums
against the armchair
with the twisted frown
and the angry eyebrows.
I'm stuck in a queue.
I love the first stanza.
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