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Jazz of the Soul

ImageIt’s not like you don’t know it. It lets you into it, like fingers jumping a piano’s spine. And in the midst of the flow, it comes gushing. Our hands tap a tune in unison -yeah unison -and all that’s on our minds is wasting time in the most meaningful way; like making the jazz of the soul on a summer day.

Dedicated to Sakamichi no Apollon