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I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate each day
Living life to the fullest
In their honor I wish to pray

That I may learn to be as humble
As loving and as kind,
To be blessed by elder wisdom
In every senior that I find.

This is a gift to give my children
To open their sleepy little eyes.
To see the value in rejoicing,
To reach for stars up in the skies.

When they learn this knowledge 
To listen well to the sages,
They will know of sacred secrets
Handed down through the ages.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong

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In this old sensing bad world,
Old is good,
The old culture,
Listening to a song nature,
Music their literature,
A violin at every home,
Like one with Nero Rome,
Violin in feminine for the men then,
A fiddle in the middle of hands,
The four strings of violin like four nerves of women,
Carrying not blood but fear,incomprehension,shyness,
And loathing no men but own men,
The women were pure like music from violin,
The old not violent,
But a good violin,
Oh Girl! let the music play on from the old violin!

(Basing on the culture of our South Asian bounds)

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen

Details | Free verse | |

Piano Practice

Each piano note 
Played skillfully with soothe hands 
No need for tension . . . 
It can heal the soul
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords 
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of distress...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly 
Help me to translate my inspiration into piano compositions...
That would be genius...that would be incredible
The world needs music to repair its broken society
Piano playing is so moving and therapeutic 
Free us from solitude's captivity!
Stimulate us with mesmeric music, 
We need it so desperately! 
I refuse to be stuck in place without music, making me dance merrily!
Each piano note 
Was played pleasurably with gentle and articulate hands 
No need for tension . . . 
Don't make us feel apprehension!
Don't mention the sorrows and burdens of yesterday...
I pray...I want you to ascend this sun-shining day!
I pray that I see you spread 
Your velvet wings and fly today 
Without a trace of dread!
Get a heads start! Play those chords of bliss!
You are a waterfall of wonderfulness.... 
It can heal the can mend a broken heart as well
The heart that's dying to ex-
Press those precious chords...
Is your motivation a heaven or a hell?
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of loneliness...
I can't practice alone...
Teach me how to play elegantly 
Piano Practice - 
Repairing my unstable 
Thoughts of woeful affliction and discouragement...leading me to my ruins...
I have not achieved any success - drowning in my sins
I can't practice alone...I must play a song with you
Teach me how to play elegantly and so true
Teach me how to be as talented as you . . . . 
Embrace me with affectionate passion
You don't know how you make me feel - mere satisfaction
Let me be your page-turner and take action!
I'll take action to help you play so flawlessly and wondrously - the audience is smiling and closing their eyes with gratification! ~

Copyright © J. W. Earnings

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Frank Sinatra You're The One

Frank Sinatra’s name still has instant recognition even today.
He was perhaps the greatest singer of the twentieth century
And possessed those famous “Blue Eyes” and that trademark 
Voice which thrilled and fascinated audiences worldwide.
For most people his music was very special and moved their
Spirits along a unique and subtle path that only Sinatra could
Create and hold with his voice—mesmerizing them and
Charming them every step of the way.

Entertaining and enchanting the audiences in America and
Abroad catapulted Frank Sinatra to a special iconic status as 
A world-renowned singer, entertainer, and Hollywood actor.
Yet, singing became his common thread and link over decades
And generations to most willing audiences who hungered for
The tenor and pitch of his voice and his fabulous songs with 
Most memorable lyrics, and haunting and evocative melodies. 

Some legendary songs reflecting his status and long reach with
Audiences worldwide include: (My Way) (New York, New York)
(Strangers in the Night) (I Get a Kick Out of You) (That’s Life)
(I’ve Got You Under My Skin) (Summer Wind). All these songs 
And many others were trademark, vintage Sinatra and brought 
Audiences to their feet while he serenaded and captivated them 
Like a Pied Piper, bringing each listener momentarily along with
Him as an invited guest into his very own special vocal dimension.
Frank Sinatra was part of the Greatest Generation along with other 
Famous American entertainers who packed audiences and dazzled
Them with music and dancing, and created an aura of legendary
Perfection seldom seen in today’s twenty-first-century world.

Frank Sinatra—You’re The One!!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, 
Germany (November 10, 2014) (Biographical Narrative poetic format)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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Music Is When

You don’t know what they’re singing about,
Still, you simply love how it sounds.

You don’t feel all that well,
Even then, the melody enchants you like a spell.

You feel like you're just another face in the crowd,
Until you feel so alive, as you cheer aloud.

Copyright © Marissa Faries

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Falling Into a Galaxy of Stars

We have arrived... to the street with no name where we have been ushered in like prisoners hypnotized by the pulse of excitement There is an almost reverent calm just before the storm I wait for the rhythm of my blood to paddle back to shore My eyes are wide, my soul in chains waiting for the reign ringed by the flood of fanfare but sitting on a wide desert plain Hands grasping a torch of white to light up the dark and arms waving wildly, while bright sparks sink freely, into a galaxy of stars Deep within the heart, we are one...whether stranger, whether star, ...we are one We have run, but we can't hide, ...they have torn down the walls, 'til we have bled inside I've climbed the highest mountain, I've run through fields of bliss I have scaled the walls, and more, ...for this,... and I've found what I'm looking for....
__________________________________________________ 5/25/15 For Contest: The Concert: Sponsored by Craig Cornish

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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Music, music, it’s in the air,
Here is a list of what I hear:

(1 e & a) (1 2 3)

Rhythm, beat, timing, and tempo,
Fermata, rest, and accelerando,

Forte, piano, half, and whole,
Quarter, dotted, and staccato,

Sharp, flat, and natural, too,
4/4, 3/4, 6/8, and 2/2,

Measure, scale, and arpeggio,
Chord, seventh, and legato,

Major, minor, and decrescendo,
Crescendo, seventh, and ritardando,

Staff, spaces, lines, and strings,
Sixteenth, in-tune, and fingering,

Woodwind, brass, position, and trill,
Treble, bass, mellow, and shrill,

Percussion, composer, style, and key,
Quickly, lively, somber, and freely,

Triplet, tone, tied, and up-beat,
Pick-up, slur, eight, and down-beat.

You may hear music here and there,
But I hear music everywhere.

Copyright © Tiffiny Hagan

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The Flautist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE FLAUTIST  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 THE FLAUTIST fluently flaunted her flute- Music flew faultlessly through the airwaves, flying fluidly above the noise of the blustering city                                                    
THE flautist created a calm fragrance, who's flavor of creativity fell-well onto your soul creating a soul stirring calmness across the city. 
She played her flute clean into the night vehemently, over the feverish chaos – 
And the people in the park and in the city could hear clearly as they walked in rhythmic tunes/ She flaunted her music like sweet low hanging fruit, Her music dangled beautiful and singly. She alone, Solo-ed notes of delightful serenity-  
  The flautist moved the masses to a state of bliss; Like free kisses flying in the wind landing on ears conquering and engaging spirits, conquering pandemonium with her flute, she blew her flute... SHE BLEW HER FLUTE, and we marched and listened obediently. She blew her flute and we marched magnificently to her concert.

Copyright © Vicki Acquah

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The Power Of Music

When no one else understands
Or seems to even care
One thing that I find comforting
Is that music is always there

Just as the loneliness begins to take hold 
When your heart continues for love, to long
One thing that can heal, I’m told
That’s the power of a song

Ballads and anthems, rock and blues
Or perhaps some pop and dance
Of all the many kinds you may choose
Give music a chance

It’s quite amazing, The Power Of Music
So scream it from the rooftops for all to hear
And whisper it in loneliness, when no one is near
Wherever and whatever you are, acknowledge The Power Of Music

Let the notes soothe your heart
And the beats heal your soul
Feel your sorrows and pain restart
As it is restored to your control

Feel your feelings understood, so sing it out loud
Spill the emotions on the floor
Whether you’re all alone or in a crowd
Just know that music is the cure

Therapeutic, consoling, and never judging
Telling you “It will get better soon”
Music provides the heart the necessary budging
That’s the power of a tune

It’s quite amazing, The Power Of Music
So scream it from the rooftops for all to hear
And whisper it in loneliness, when no one is near
Wherever and whatever you are, acknowledge The Power Of Music

Copyright © Andrew Shannon

Details | Ode | |

Ode to the Andante


(Hum along, Mozart's Andante, -Elvira Madigan's theme-or dream!

Warming breeze.
A rose garden,
Rolling hills,
Mozart's Andante.
as we
are seated,
Scented perfumes,
Velvet blooms,
Vivid displays,
Mozart's Andante.
So sublime,

Copyright © Julie Grenness

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Giovanni Giorgi

If a priest can hold a hand And revive a measure to the second to engage To play off the worst behavior and gain a song Who is grace pay upon - Riveting hold a a composer to a note insightful as a bridge that hold Every carrier of a denote to the finish off a bridge melody uplifted and weavers And character sought a revolver Test the throne of time the pattern that arrange electric fining to sing Would it be Heaven- To take part by wave by wave up grave bass of measurement tone Of a ripple a song for today Seminar given to grace for a passenger to hand of good grace To have a mass setting how do you set the Fibonacci rhymnos I say where they oblige To gradual as one would to take a passion is to take a passage unto the carrier I do note the passage back to the center mark as read To break with in a note make it well oh well take the case The Tempo has been set and pace- Measure the bar not the successor because every note breaks To begin to march to take the drum of the beat Simply as a rattle of consist of rings of Saturn due we as people have taste in music Or perhaps has time past the origin a ripple effect or a pattern to place the disc Let it set and revolve composition to date time of history how do we become of this age Listen to the cover of modern artist can you note this man passion it’s there behind every drop Of a beat as I been told music make the world go round can you see his vision or have you inherited The Giorgi system of measurement Giovanni Giorgi

Copyright © Louis Borgo

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Sonnet - To Punk

Punk is not dead. It was never alive.
We stitched it together from mangled parts
with contents we poured from inconstant hearts
in our basements during bleak nights.
Finding in art the best ways to survive
a world beyond our vague comprehension.
Some wounds will never taste restoration,
some demons may never be exorcised.
We crafted this monster with filthy surmise,
with minds obsessing on rebellion.
Eyes that deny beauty in convention,
and hands craving vengeance and patricide.
With all of our collective contentions,
this lifeless cadaver is galvanized.  

Copyright © Samuel Lee

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Let the Music Play On - Violin

"Agnes, you played like an angel,
pitch perfect as a ringing bell."

"I'll bequeath mine to you dear,
no need to thank or shed a tear.

"I feel blessed to share this with you.
dawning enlightenment so true."

"Practice and it will start to flow,
making you a virtuoso."

"Think 'bow' extension of your arm,
make it your veritable charm."

"With the right tutor you shall bloom."
"Now, listen while I play this tune."

"Octaves lowering and ascending,
let them float through senses blending."

"Elevates to musical place,
 expresses clearly on your face".

Copyright © theresa stephens

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Listening to the blues greats

Listening to the Blues greats

I bought myself a video
Of all those grand old blues
I’ve always loved this kind of music
And what I used to do
Was play along on the old blue harp
With all this magic stuff 
So it brought to me sweet memories
Couldn’t play this disc enough.

I listened to old Muddy
Then Ma Thornton done her bit
George smith he played the blues harp
Then Joe Turner played his hits
These guys, they played; their souls on fire
I could not get enough
Of watching all those blues greats
As they all done their stuff.

I played that disc once over
Then played it twice again
The depth of that sweet music
It drove me half insane
I’ll always be a blues man
Until I’m here no more
Oh, yes that grand old music
I always will adore.

31 May 2014 @1325hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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My Guitar

I held you and it was as if I was born to hold you all my life.
I touched you and you felt so right
I could feel your strength seep through my soul
You made me fulfilled and whole
You showed me I was born to do this
I was born to share it,
Share what´s inside of me.
I held you and it was as if we were alone in this world,
pouring out our souls through songs.
You gave me melody
I gave you voice
and together we created harmony
not even an earthquake could stop.
I bless the day you came into my life
And I pray nothing will tear us apart.

Copyright © Maryam Bello

Details | Free verse | |

The Opera

            The Opera

Last night the opera came to me in bed
Enlisted my attention
I keep my distance
This is twisted
This is a mystery
Of all the things in life that should be missed
The opera is first on the list
To be avoided
Flushed down the toilet
So I did

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

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turn the page to a chapter of the book of life a mystery to how ur story is told. Who is the writer the author of ur tale some often ponder is the being within yourself is it a higher power who is one to really judge Some times we often test where we stand and what boundries we can cross and challenge that is the ulimate test of two souls weather the realtionship they share love business etc. I myself have a stronger bond to music and how it effects my life i am often to judge the out come based on the tune in my head I can not control the outcome by the tune playing just a insight really I often wonder the tune of my outcome but i am not meant to know the memories the still frames in the mind what about poetry in motion a desire for a motion picture in trapped in the memories of many is what i dream of and i have built toward this with each soul i affect drama happiness love sadness action its all generes of todays movie culture who will stick around to watch and who will walk out before the curtain is drawn only u can judge who is worth selling a ticket to ur demise ur destiny ur everything ur complete and uther descruction who do u want to watch and who do u want to say the box office is sold out to who will u allow to play a roll in ur picture is the question but where the actors and actresses are at is another story all together who is real who will win the tony You are the director the background music is your choice i feel the gudline is there by most strandards and the way u were raised but its up to you to make the plot thicken good or bad who knows the out come

Copyright © Joseph gaydon

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Where Do I Start

Where do I start as my mind sings Sounds aplenty throwing my hearts songs Thoughts thrown to eyes memories bring Brought to the fore where they've belonged Where do I start regarding my music tastes Sounds aplenty resonating in my ears Thoughts instrumental studio stage based Brought solos vocal amidst talented gears Where do I start for my likes be revealed It's Rock, Progressive, Classic to last Thoughts with desire chosen now sealed Brought to today, played from my past Where do I start naming favourite thoughts Sounds eyes ears, senses now brought <*>

Copyright © James Fraser

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Neil Peart Plus

fish eye lenses
all the worlds a stage
we are merely pretenders

triple entendre 
RUSH to see
the Moving Pictures

cry as they go by 
taken away 
from tonight's 


Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO

Details | Free verse | |

I met the man

I met the man
Who has become
The man, my father
Fought so hard
To not become
To always be
That lyrical, selfless soul
Only out there
To rid the world
Of joyless, empty measures
Filled with pauses, rests and
Unintended notes
His motivation comes
In rushes, bursts and
Pure brazen moments
Ready to share
His love
To the sick and the slick
The blase pack of
Tepid luminaries
Each marshal of
Their own parade
And he conducts
Honors their passion
For something
Other than
The driftless pith
Of the soured day's
With his merriment
And simple brand
Of anguish-soothing


Copyright © Suburban Lovechild

Details | Free verse | |

Music's Magic

They all speak to me:
sometimes alone, like 
a solo cello with its
sad, plaintive voice, 
tugging at my soul
like a magnet of 
life's deep mystery.

Or maybe a small
group will gang up,
into a quartet or
sextet or even a
tough octet, eight
musicians as one 
in both fury and 
gentle softness.

But sometimes I
go all out-- I take
on a hundred or
more at once as 
they breathe life
into a vast bold
symphony by 
Mahler, Beethoven,
or scores of souls
reborn in music,
music that does
magic, coming in
my ears while 
putting a taste
of eternity on 
my tongue....

Copyright © len carber

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Siren's Serenade

As I sit here 
with my pen in my mouth
this Siren serenades me
and to this there is no doubt

   Your words are magic, magic, magic
         Teasing my ears
   Your words are magic, magic, magic
     Stealing my thoughts and fears
   Your words are magic, magic, magic
             Falling around me
   Your words are magic, magic, magic
   Dragging me down to the depths
           Where I want to be

So there is nothing to see hear, please move along
for her singing captivates me
and surrounded by it there is no wrong.
Please envelope me
with your velvet voice
tuck me away with comforts
‘til there is no choice 
To know

   Your words are magic, magic, magic
         Teasing my ears
   Your words are magic, magic, magic
     Stealing my thoughts and fears
   Your words are magic, magic, magic
             Falling around me
   Your words are magic, magic, magic
   Dragging me down to the depths
           Where I want to be

All here floats around with the tide,
just flotsam and jetsam from inside our minds
to sail away with the waves we ride
as we cleanse ourselves for our new finds.

We cast about on this sea of life
surrounded by Maelstroms 
and electric strife,
but there is only one thing clear to me
on this mystical night
your song entices me 
from my celestial flight

   Your words are magic, magic, magic
         Teasing my ears
   Your words are magic, magic, magic
     Stealing my thoughts and fears
   Your words are magic, magic, magic
             Falling around me
   Your words are magic, magic, magic
   Dragging me down to the depths
           Where I want to be

Copyright © Mark Matthews

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Music's My Inspiration

Embarrassment reveals in my blushing cheeks…I’m late for the 3rd time! Now, 
I have 3 tardies…I gottah watch out! Ooooh…
Arrving late in class…once again – I just wanna get this class done and over 
with! Thank you, Lord, for making it the end of the school year!
Glistening with fresh sorrow – it’s as fresh as morning dew on the old man’s 
lawn…glad I don’t get a detention this time! (Author’s/poet’s note ~ it was so 
boring the first time I went to my detention…)
Enlightened by realization that I’m not the only one that has several tardies…
just look around you and you’ll see many people tardy (some nearly every 
day…how sad) – there’s evidence for yah! ~
RESPECT ME…yeah you – don’t judge me! Don’t take me as a joke…just ‘cause 
I’m introverted doesn’t mean I’m not as smart as the extroverted individuals 
(in fact, I’m an introverted and an extroverted…I’m neutral…and I’m a talented 
bard! Beat that . . .)
Laugh all you want… you’ll face your terrible consequences…I have an 
infatuation with music…it’s so amazing and therapeutic…I like all genres of 
music – some songs just stick to my song ‘cause they are epic! Terrific! Music’s 
my genius… so wondrous & inspirational!
You don’t care if I’m injured by your heartless words – go talk to your other 
peers or so-called “friends” or “foes” in my eyes…

Copyright © J. W. Earnings

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I saw a heart on the sky
as I went home from work
a long trip that I always enjoy
because I love to just sit back and watch
the moving trees, the changing skies 
and fantasize with so beautiful a world

I saw a heart on the sky
as I listened to renegades by x ambassadors
"All hail the underdogs
All hail the new kids
It's our time to make a move
It's our time to make amends
It's our time to break the rules
let's begin..."

I saw a heart on the sky
as I remembered 
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It's not.” Dr. Seuss
“Don't die with YOUR music still in you.” Wayne W. Dyer 

Copyright © njeri hunjeri

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   (Apropos John Coltrane)

in a blue note mood
i take the A-Trane
into a soprano night

And listen 
to moonlight thrills
of beautiful sable birds

Monking around
with satin dolls
in search
of a love supreme:

Spiritual cruising with Trane
is still one of my favorite things.

Copyright © millard lowe

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A Musician's Tale

A Musician's Tale 

Today a little online piece of news strikes a chord deep within me…
After reading, I thought to myself, “This news is interesting yet rather depressing to me..”

This article was about a very talented local musician, duly awarded a honorary title called Datuk…
After a lifetime of composing countless musical scores and compositions while gold was overlooked…

His most productive years was spent with the local radio and televison orchestra team called RTM…
The closing credits did proudly run his name at the close of many a TV musical presentations then…

I remember distinctly his name in all musical shows involving the RTM Orchestra team…..
From the early TV shows which were in black and white until the colorful shows in the later years….

Now the latest TV boasts of new electronics and technology to enhance color and experience…
Now this veteran musician –composer is long forgotten and he is fast becoming another has been…

Where once he rubbed shoulders with the best singers of this nation, churning out musical scores..
These days he is old and weary, memory is failing and nostalgia weighs heavily in his memories…

Uppermost on his mind still were his many memories of 20 years of faithful service in RTM family…
Appreciative still the unique privilege  of his life filled with music among talented musicians and singers..

Further on, this news articles relates the hard times he and his loving wife are presently undergoing..
Driving this aging 77year old to seek for musical gigs with the local hotels to keep going..

For that, his age and health are against him, forcing him to constantly ponder ways to make ends meet…
How harsh the deck of cards Life has dealt him recently was seen in the double tragedies in his family….

His sons are victims of the dreaded big C, the younger was only 24 when he succumbed to leukemia..
The other is in expensive medical treatment for brain tumor, the ongoing bills are excruciating…

Hopefully my little poem of this veteran musician-composer will somehow bring further recognition…
And maybe somehow blessings galore will rain down on Datuk Ooi Eow Jin, a retired RTM musician…

Datuk Ooi Eow Jin


Details | Light Poetry | |


music is the beat
helps me sleep
it underneat
the sound get me down
i dance until am weak
MUSIC makme complete

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr

Details | Tanka | |

An Old Tune

an old tune
floats through my mind
hoping for a space
between Gershwin and Bach
but the valet parks it in pop

Copyright © Thomas Martin

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Seven Echoes Resound In The Old Bell Tower

Seven Echoes Resound In The Old Bell Tower

Seven echoes resound in the old bell tower
each a clap for righteous requests.
Sanctity evades within this religious hour
and hovers over its invited guests.

Old bell strokes out its first day's ten
time reminds the priests to pray.
Caution seriously, we the far lesser men
on faith of this holy Sabbath day.

When this day and ceremonies are at end
invisible cello stroking its strings.
Even the deaf smile handsomely and pretend
some slip away while the choir sings.

Seven echoes resound in the old bell tower
each a plea for a peaceful day.
Blessings cast down bringing by the hour
more faith to those that pray!

R.J. Lindley
Oct.16th 1974

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Light Poetry | |


Light and airy. Fast and scary. Tones are up. Beat is down. Wondering what made that sound. No instrument I can play, that would make for a good day. Yet, I hear that sound roll over in my head, playing again and again like a carpenter's thread. UNSUPPORTED CODE

Copyright © Marilyn Williams