who knows from where comes
this mischievous entity,
the musical daemon announcing unheralded
lyrical riffs, pressing selector buttons
perfectly lettered and numbered,
so the jukebox in my head begins
to spin involuntary chords
strumming intros, heartfelt lyrics
unheard for ages, like zephyrs
breathing in and out, with
the brevity of a smile,
the reminiscence of that place
the perfume of that beautiful girl
the madness of that summer
it will never let you forget
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© Graham Sherwood 06/2021
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