I Am Percussionest In the back We shuffle around Moving from place to place Looking for where we belong Paper in hand, we stand Everyone in front of us Yet we are what holds it together The thumping, much like an Enormous heart Loud cries of metal-on-metal Rattling Clanking Ringing And then there am I The bars locking me from onlookers As I hit them with hammer And then nothing is heard But me A grin splits my face As the clapping begins And the concert finishes. I leave the chimes.
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