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Our songs
Clean and beautiful they once were
Our ears now so dirty with no cure
Music used to sooth and curess
Yet now our ears are pounded and stressed
Is there only one tempo now
For all to March to with a scowl?
Lost in the reverb of modernity
Scarecely heard through uncertainty
Our house was a very nice house
With variation of sounds waving through
Not pounding or...
Friday 10th May 2024 3:28 pm
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