A poem about the fun side of addiction.
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Saxophone Ringing In My Ear
A poem, but not about tinnitus.
And I’m Feeling Good…
My own personal jazz singer, always in my pocket, singing “Feeling Good.” Breaking old dawns to the worthless cliches they have always been. It’s a new dawn It’s a new day It’s a new life and it’s all just for me. Sing on Nina, I’m feeling good.
