My Own Man Blues

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demure101
demure101
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Nobody may define what beauty is –
Still, have a try and listen to this song
Recorded ere the microphone had made

Its overall appearance, just an old
And much-played bakelite. Its surface noise
Surpasses all the rest and yet it rends

My heart as Leroy Pickett's violin
Sins out its sorrow, blending to the nines
With Ivy Smith's vocals. Neither name

Gets pride of place in handbooks, Leroy is
No even mentioned, but for all I know
This single song should write them to the skies

As it will pall the choicest noiseless tries
To please sophisticated modern man –
Come, listen to this marvel once again!

demure101
demure101
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tazz317tazz317about 12 years ago
TO HEAR AS FOR THE 1ST TIME

not possible, probable or likely. TK U MLJ LV NV