Trumpeter
A horn in jazz is a lot like a heart.
At times it blares it's loudest in love. 19
At times a pin drops in silence.
The neighbors won't complain. 14
I never thought God to be a fan of blues.
My ears like an open door. 17
Copyright © Kewayne Wadley | Year Posted 2017
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