Clarinets musically playing my mind's ear, addressing
it's rhythm interiorly.
Life dances to it's beat, as big band eras slide
easily into mind's hearts and careful thoughts.
Those good old days brought back magically at the
whim of a keyboard.
Transpiring to elate our souls, keep us thinking good thoughts while listening, and keeping alive, vibrant
memories of yesterday.
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