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Nov 2015
I heard the smooth jazz music
When she walked by
Heard the instant drop in the sound
As she flashed a smile
Could vaguely hear the bass
Twinging real low
As she moved like water
Without even knowing so
It was tough not to fall
Splat! At her feet
All I wanted to do
Was hear her symphony
I don't know what I drank
Was it the starry champagne
Or was it her, the one who captured me senseless
The one I was trying to taste
She was an assault on my senses
The deadliest one there ever was
Would've welcomed death openly
Had it been from her dart
I looked at that haunting assassin
Smiling that dooming smile
Didn't she know what she did
When she turned her eyes
I wished almost painfully
That she would keep on playing that jazz
What else could I do but listen and stare
I never even stood a chance
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     David Adamson
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