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The Jazzy Lady, Billie
A voice
full of life
smooth as the wind, basking
under saluting notes
Ears have no choice
but to sacrifice
their independence
to her songs floating by.
Sad but glad
a mixture of herbs
and spices, a suspicious
smile sitting on the curves
Anxious but weary
indissolubly
her legacy
sips wine.
Adversity
proved a stepping stone
but sadly
when it's in the bones
very little can be done
and she succumbed
to the final mystery
of life...
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Night Eyes
