Drinking, laughing, talking like never before.
Bonding as the storm raged outside the door.
Guitars like lightning, thunder to the beat of a drum.
We were all a bit closer when the night was done.
Deeter Deeter
Music and poetry
Drinking, laughing, talking like never before.
Bonding as the storm raged outside the door.
Guitars like lightning, thunder to the beat of a drum.
We were all a bit closer when the night was done.
