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WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS

WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS

Music makes me happy...

Listening to the sweet sound...

Fast or slow it sounds good to me...

Fingers appear like magic as they pluck the strings...

When the music stops...

I will just wait here...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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sparrowsong

Hello Sis Cherie...

I remember my first record player, and my first stereo...

When I was in school my homework was best for me with the music playing...

My parents couldn't figure out how I was able to concentrate on what I was doing...

I would fall asleep with my headphones on and...

When I would turn over and feel the lump on my head...

It would wake me and if I liked the song I would listen again...

Then I would get up and turn off my stereo and go back to sleep with the last song in my head...

Throughout the day songs were playing in my head...

I get it...

When I was in my room that was the very first thing I would turn on...

Even if was dark outside it would be the stereo then the light...

:)

Thank you for your comment and support! 

Love n Hugs 

sparrowsong 

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sparrowsong

Hello Poemahontas...

Beautiful sound indeed...

Thank you for your comment and support! 

Best wishes and Blessings! 

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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