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Dec 2012
jazz be the
improvisation of
musical notes
the root of freedom
and expression
that rings out
loud in the soul
that grows and catapults
throughout the
fields of gold
blossom in every direction
that mama may have
a child that knows
his gifts and inspirations
mastered all of their craft
in the sweet moonlight
can you dig it man
Written by
Stu Harley
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