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Marimba on the radio

Eleven and the sun is high    
skies blue as yesterday    
marimbas,chaffinches listen    
the owl as he sleeps dreams    
blue of content,blue all blue.    
Marimba, rhythmic with the clock,    
gentle hands persuade,thoughts    
set free,anxious pain no more    
listen, marimba's  message    
matching heart beats with a mallet.    
Marimba of the forest,native music      
from the wood,another world      
blending with the folk of here .    
where ever here may be.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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