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Jan 2022
I don't know how to write
this sound
this intertwining

chords pulled
from strings
over the play by play

as I key a scent
wafting on a wave
saying I'm a knave

I don't know
this sound
I always love

anyone plucks
with their voice
sounding

plucked like
the g string
happy
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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