All I Want Celebration
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Complete Sun, Aug 28, 2016<5 mins
11 poems celebrating my favorite artist/singer/musician, The Reverb Junkie also known as Michelle Chamuel's debut solo album called "All I Want" for each poem I just put each song on repeat until each poem was done, from the All I Want song to the XWarmm instrumental. This is in no way a solicitation or any personal way I feel about the artist other than my admiration and love for her music and wanting to do something to celebrate its 3 year Anniversary. Just showing how It inspires me and creates all these little stories in my head. If you all enjoy these poems or even if you don't *wink* go check out Michelle musics wherever you play your music on the web, she is everywhere! okay now start reading..if you want to :)
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