Dredded locks bounce irie vibes
Your guitar tempts every coy corner, lures curiosity to your amp.
My heart mingles with your voice in subterranean depths,
Accented verses alternate, eventually replacing my throbbing pulse.
Bob Marley's essence laps gently high to low while
Sandaled toes, skirted legs, tank-topped torsos dilute the potion for their own.
Bodies stir it up to rhythms familiar, exotic, ancient;
Minds saunter lazily as uptowns fade to the halt
when center stage screeches back to platform 3.
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