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10/03/09
Happiness
A mandolin, a banjo, a violin, a bass fiddle, And three six-string guitars, Energized by a band of exuberant musicians,
Catch my attention, invite me to take a chair, Get carried aloft, away, on their bluegrass fugues, Lose my stifled thoughts, to their high-spirited riffs,
Which, in less than five minutes' drifting off, I do, Realizing that the music, exuding happiness, Is just the anodyne I've been craving,
To slake my preoccupation with fading into aging, Which, of late, has been orchestrating melancholy That grates on my soul, deafens me.
10/03/09
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