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Just looking at it, the feel of it, stress begins to multiply
The blurring exaggerates the hammer head
Becoming more serious in its vocation
With stress in mind, a cavalcade introduced a brass band
Clanging cymbals, inviting drum and base to
Drive a wedge between serenity and me
It's possible I don't mind, hearing a sweet melodic air wave
But this clattering off tune series of bum notes
Ear picks until, worming its way in, has passed its A level
In sheer brain storming, unending and provoking
Get the heck out of my head and tune up
One two, one two, and you're gone
A Sputnik moment in my calendar
A high five for effort in rummaging out the
Ear worm, stamping it off course and
Singing my own tune
High notes and soft tones for the day ahead....
LAURA
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