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A Remembered Song

A tune warbles from worn out speakers Awakening a long lost and lively spirit, A girl in saddle shoes, a boy in sneakers On a night they should chance to hear it They go strolling beside the old jukebox Leaving a mark, the steps not forgotten, Made by their boot heels and bobby socks On floorboards now marred and rotten The neon lights blink, trying to dance, too With Sinatra and Crosby, Presley and Holly, The music never dies for what's old is new Be it upbeat or one slow and melancholy All oldies but goodies, low and long One song plays for a ten cent token, Priceless still is a remembered song Once forgotten on a record broken.

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Date: 8/25/2022 4:57:00 AM
this is the morning lark singing to my heart....so much of my heart is tied into Johnny Mathis, Elvis....need i continue...loved every line in this
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Kelly Deschler
Date: 9/18/2022 12:57:00 PM
Thank you Timothy
Date: 8/7/2022 6:43:00 AM
This is so beautiful my dear friend Kelly. Up to now, I still love the old songs- the real music. Actually, I prefer listening and singing them more than the new ones. I love your poem very much. The music never dies for what is old is new...true. I enjoyed reading this superb quatrain of yours a lot. Thank you so much for sharing. God bless you and your writing always my dear friend. Hugs
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Kelly Deschler
Date: 9/6/2022 9:56:00 AM
Thank you Len... I also prefer the old songs over much of the music that is being played on the radio today...

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