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Aug 2016
the needle scratches
on top of the spinning 33
and it just seems easier to play
with the electromagnetic pulse
of a cassette tape until I can pick song
by song, light by laser, what to put on a CD
but what does that matter when MP3 holds playlist
on playlist of mixes in the palm of my hand,
a hand that, seconds ago, had thumb on
edge and finger on label and now
the needle scratches
on top of the spinning 33
Mollie Grant
Written by
Mollie Grant  Wilmington, NC
(Wilmington, NC)   
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   Keith Wilson
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