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May 8, 2004 - A poem about Love, Friendship

Beautiful Tone.

You are sharp as a stylus,
wow and flutter free,
following a scratchless track.
Analogue warm, mindful of old,
adoration snatched from the air.
Delight, engineered.

If you want to stretch a string from the moon,
to my tin can heart and beyond,
I will be listening.


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