dad could play by ear
practiced til he got the song
music to my ears
* * * * *
music holds mem'ries
prompts body moves, smiles, tears
miss disco dancing
waking to birdsongs
every day a new tune
sings with the sunrise
artful friend stories with hot lattes warms the heart * * * sugar sprinkles atop frothy hot milk sweet ... like lif e * * * fire in the ...
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