Blow'n that voice
Out of the box
With jazz and soul
Making the place rock
Drawing the crowd in
Then laying them on their back
Thank you Dr. Phillippia
For your soul attack
You hit us high
And swung it low
Your songs took us fast
And begged us to go slow
The band grooved it tight
And swung the tempo loco
The beats were just right
And pulsing with mojo
A fishnet vocal ass smack
A tu tu fueled lip track
You drew us in
Then laid us on our back
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A/N: I was watching a gig with some friends in Atlanta back in 2010, the gal singing killed it and i felt compelled to write this poem. I had forgotten about it until now, in any event, check her out at the link below...
https://www.facebook.com/phillippiafans/
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PoetryA peak behind the curtains, The stripping of the facade, Let's peak inside my head, And prepare to be awed... ;-) Photo is of Lake Nakuru in Kenya.
