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Feb 2016
Music fills my yearning soul,
yet my thirst will not be filled entirely.
I’m tired of the half empty bowl,
of popish songs flooding the airwaves frequently.

Generations past set the highest bar,
lyrically flowing sounds by verse ascending into the universe.
I drive endlessly looking for beautiful song star,
that one song that will immerse.
Brad French
Written by
Brad French  Clarksville, TN
(Clarksville, TN)   
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