In An Old Dusty Room Full of Records
in an old dusty room full of records
i just fixed the old record player
i feel like some good ole fried chicken
i blow the dust off of one
i blow the dust off of another
then i discover a box of 8 tracks
i am in my element and i am gleefully losing my mind
i pray that the record player is not hungry today
i put one in
i put in another
i am sky high like a robin that flies over the last game of the season
what is ironic is it is friday night and i am indeed AT HOME
time is a nonfactor here
life is nonexistent here
claustrophobia has no definition here
though i cannot be locked away in here forever,
i make sure the moment is savored In Memoriam with a Rejuvenated Smile
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