A lazy Sunday feeling old.
Waiting as usual. Will she arrive?
Snow on ground. Its freezing cold.
I see my breath. I feel alive.
My hol(e)y vinyl. 46-high...not final.
My Playlist. My list of glee. The scratches.
And grooves life has thrown at me.
That catches. That moment. That place. That time.
Will my life ever rhyme...?
(ADL)
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