Go ahead choose your tune
What floats your boat away from the gloom
Some say it must be on a vinyl record
To hear the sound in each gritting chord
But I like to hear the clean sound
Close your eyes and image them getting down
And when you do just that and lay back
The music you choose will be where it's at.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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