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March 31, 2008
By Jewell Mortis, Jamaica, NY

Sometimes, late into the night
I just sit back with my eyes closed
And listen to the art created by one
Of those nameless faces

I can’t tell exactly which room
The sounds originate
But as I’m engulfed in the melodic notes
It doesn’t matter.

I often get the urge to
Sit at the door of the beautiful culprit,
Groupie style,
And have my own private lullaby

Sometimes, late into the night
I just sit back with my eyes closed
And listen to the art created by one
Of those nameless faces


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Askhow said...
on Feb. 1 2009 at 4:22 am
I thought this one was really good.


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