Joyful Noise
I get a little bolder
getting older
since my unravel,
voice travels
to my Beholder.
Rough and tumble, rolls along,
but you’re not wrong
if you are shrinking,
not thinking
lyrics to a song…
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A Streambed Quintet: 7a:4a:5b:3b:5a
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