Turn on the music, take a trip through the past.
Turn it up loud,
Watch the world disappear.
Let the sound carry you back through time.
Music is the time machine, enjoy the ride.
Music is the drug getting you high.
Music is the medicine healing your soul.
Each note a stepping stone,
A pathway to the past,
Opening a gate of flooding emotions.
Making memories seem like yesterday.
Warm summer nights, and cool Autumn days.
Turn up the sound, and you’re on your way.
Dancing through galaxies near, and far.
Mesmerized by stars.
– Jamie Whorton ยฉ
Yes Jamie…just right.
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Thank you!! Glad you liked it. ๐
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Yes my friend…
Yes.
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๐๐!!!!!!!
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๐ ๐ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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summer memory fit to warm up in the winter…excellent
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. ๐
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truly did… your welcome
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I really appreciate it.
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You really hit the right notes with that, โฎ๏ธ
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Thank you for reading. I really appreciate it.
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This is a lovely poem, Jamie. Thanks for stopping by my blog and following. ๐ — Suzanne
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Thank you. I really appreciate it.
And my pleasure!! ๐
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