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Feb 2013
Many of my favorite moments
Are often forgotten
On some idle Tuesday.
Lost in the smokey wallpaper
Of your favorite building in town.

Watching you sing and dance
Down the hallway, soft echo.
Plush in a pink overcoat.
Bundled up ballerinas braving it
With a smile, skip and a sway.

Beautiful music
Created and kept to yourself.
But i swear to God
I can hear it
When you move.
Billy Walsh
Written by
Billy Walsh  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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