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Jun 2012
The music disappeared
Into the blues
Those soothing notes
The elixir to the soul
Devoured by a wordy hullabaloo
The one that draws a rabble
In place of dancers
The maniacal drumming
A rhymy confusion
The one they call music
And I call it noise;
Unnecessary noise.
*What happened to music that noise is today considered music?*
Stanley Mungai
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