Sunday, September 15, 2024

Music

 


All these records on the floor

A treasured memory  each one

They don't make music like this anymore 


There's just something about watching the record spin on the turn table 

Watching is go round and round 

Makes me smile so

Each sleeve the record is kept in

A work of art all it's own


Sure the music may seem "off" compared to today's standards 

But lives were touched by the music

Lives were lived by that sound

Lives were started with that sound playing in the background 

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