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SWEET SONGS

Updated: Sep 12, 2018

I remember the first time

I played you that song.

With the speakers blaring

and the bass shaking.

With the smirk that made

you ache and the wink you gave

me on the down beat.


With your hands slapping

the steering wheel

and my feet on the dash

while we screamed the lyrics.


I'd bop to that song as hard

as I bop to you. With that laugh that

roars from me and the hands

that grab my face to kiss me

at a red light.


What a melody.

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