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Jul 2014
When I was a child I thought that songs on the radio
were unique, played some few times before the world moved on to something
more new more unique more now more hip more more,
each song a brief event that flashed by and melded with the time before
and the times after
before growing older, fading like friends or daylight
but when I grew up I realized that songs dance
like the dead, in our streets, forever
Written by
Spenser Babyak
298
   Joseph Schneider
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