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4d
Sitting next to an active Marshall speaker for hours
while the band pounded bleeding rock & roll
has left a lasting whistling in the ears, a toll.
Day & night, where these ringing pitches play
not so a melody but avant-garde whining days.
A roadie for fun proved life altering to one
as these constant companions adorn every hour
and your words may arrive with a fanfare, or nyet.
There's a chance that some vowles will fall short
from this barrier erected by (feat. Stones) and rest.

-cec
challenge: write a poem that recounts an experience of your own in hearing live music, and tells how it moves you. It could be a Rolling Stones concert, your little sister’s middle school musical, or just someone whistling – it just needs to be something meaningful to you.
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