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Because of Music


Music is my morning tea, each sweet sound of tweetle dum and tweetle dee to each little rhyme and every harmony.

Music comforts my pain from nature's rain and keeps me sane in times of strain and tends to my shame of not receiving fame from personal gain.

Music is my afternoon snack, keeping me from summer's heat attack toward my head and my back, keeping me from the wickedy whack of my eczema coming back to cause my skin to dry and crack. 

Music is my study buddy, helping me to stay focused, away from any silly puddy, away from the fake and the phony, encouraging me to hit the books so that I can provide for my family with good money.

Music is my holy matrimony, to have and to hold within my mind and my heart til death do us part. 

Music is my evening's dinner and my night's lullaby, calmingly putting me to sleep with neither a frown nor a sye.

Music is my best friend until the end. Music is my reason why I love my life. 

Music is why eveything is awesome. 

 

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