ONE MORE TIME

There’s no line on the map
that’s any part of music,
although a note can divide
a land from a land.

But when someone blows that thing –
sends you out to somewhere,
let’s take it from the top –
don’t let go of my hand.

 

 

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Phil Bowen

 

 

 

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