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A Rock And A Hard Place I read he was in between A rock and a hard place, In that race for a note, A chord, a word, a phrase,
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rhythm, perhaps you’ve Seen that space where Writers, composers, artists, Spin and stutter-step Searching for the face, The sudden inspiration To set them free again, Summer has a safety valve A bit of rain, a thunder Storm, but not for those Between a rock and a hard place For them it’s heat, hot heat
Until the spirit flows. Stephen
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