The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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Once Upon A Time

 

Mister Smith taught me:

Play with your words; let them sing -

Just don't let them go.

 

So I guess I won't. 

Even when I don't know what

The melody is.

 

But I know the song,

Because he sang it to me

With his deepest breath.

 

Somehow, the notes meshed ...

Friday's orchestra of one

Heard by everything. 

 

I dared sing along

Because he invited me

No punctuation

 

When I think of him,

I'm led to thoughts of others

Who, like me, loved him.

 

Once upon a time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hmm.  Yeah, I needed that.

 


just a suggestion: this guy likes to play with words -

https://twitter.com/nonchalantly_


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