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Oct 2014
When I have my music feel so very light and free
Worry or its cousin trouble can't get a hold on me
Nodding my head to the funky beat sadness will have to excuse
My ignoring you while I jam and tap my feet
Music is around the world and its signiture is everywhere
Saw an old man with blue headphones on lost to the music
Getting down in a rolling wheelchair
Youth rapping on the street with earbuds  alone they don't really care
I close my eyes and I think I can hear notes floating everywhere
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
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