Popping Chords
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Slip sliding away, loving to be tantalized by rhythms
as they have fun playing with my mind.
chords popping, notes flying, tempos soaring into my
mind, all of it fascinating intellect throughout life.
Always being within another universe and dimension,
alone and in depths of imagination.
Learning how to invent, discover and create new ideas
forever without having any boundaries or limits.
Nothing to worry about, knowing that everything will
work itself out in the best possible way.
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