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Jazz for a Broken Heart
the sax glitters,
a coy smile upon its curvy trunk,
next,the good old gentle,
much unmade so sits black and white,
to them joins,
the little mammoth much crave,
cunny yet a mate,
up the unnever ending heavens,
sits the wrinkled yet always bright,
her eyes upon the crooked road,
soon down the crooks he shall stagger,
murmuring of a so called brandy,
and the much she bends,
but a tear shall flow,
of it be,jazz for a broken heart.....
a coy smile upon its curvy trunk,
next,the good old gentle,
much unmade so sits black and white,
to them joins,
the little mammoth much crave,
cunny yet a mate,
up the unnever ending heavens,
sits the wrinkled yet always bright,
her eyes upon the crooked road,
soon down the crooks he shall stagger,
murmuring of a so called brandy,
and the much she bends,
but a tear shall flow,
of it be,jazz for a broken heart.....
Published 4th Dec 2012
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