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Ozzy Osbourne

When I hear the starting riffs of your songs,

I scramble over to the radio,
and crank up the volume,
and drown out the rest of the world.
I wait,
for your voice to pierce the sound
of Randy’s guitar.
Way off key,
I sing along,
playing my beloved air guitar.
When my anthem is over,
out of breath,
I turn the volume back down,
and put the excitement away.
Until next time.

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