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Apr 2014
The melody comes from black and white,
sensitive, strong, fast or slow.
It all depends on the player and sometimes
it all depends on the keys they know.

The  melodies can take you down the streets
and alleys of Broadway.
It can change the way you sometime feel
on any given day.

The crowds cheer and there are times when
the crowds may cry.
The sound creeps and searches the heart of
a man like an unexpected spy.

Dramatic strikes it takes for the young and
the people of old.
Creating sounds of the utmost at times
that fulfills the joy of a soul.
Phillip Blytheville
Written by
Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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   Joshua Haines
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