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Music

Music is the elixir that transfixes the peaks and valleys of my existence.

Music wraps itself around my soul and permeates my senses, sometimes makes me lose control and drop all of my defenses.

Music is timing, rhythm, tempo, flow, crescendo and diminuendo.

Music gives inspiration, personification-a life force and more-it is the essence and quintessence that cuts to life's core.

                            

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Tony Taylor

I LOVE THIS!!!.........I'm a musician..........how could I not!?..........smokin' grooves brother!!..........smokin' grooves!!............well done...........smiles.........T  xx

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Walter C Hopkins

Hi Cherie-I absolutely agree with your entire message-awhile back I wrote a piece on dancing-ballroom dancing is my real passion-will post sometime soon-thx much for the kind words!

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Walter C Hopkins

Thanks much Tony for the recommendation-your a gentleman and I'm sure a fine musician-good luck with everything!

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Dan Ferem

This poem cut to life's core...enjoyed very much!

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Walter C Hopkins

Thank you kindly Fan Derem my topsy turvy associate in all things absurd and unattainable!

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