Willie Happily Plays Jazz
On his trumpet
Willie happily plays jazz every day
his canvases dance and applaud
he adores the French quarter
who would go to New Orleans his kin had taunted him.
Willie was grateful.....
his parents' disappointment had chased him to his best life
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