more than a fling
gets everything growing—
Spring
more than a fling
gets everything growing—
Spring
“Didn’t it rain, children . . . “ Sister Rosetta Tharp
They called me Jazzy Jane
oh how I could swing
& sway
kept my blues close
had those summertime blues
moved to Seattle—-
“rain too long
all night long
rain all day
rain all night
rain rain rain rain rain
rain rain rain rain rain
rain children
rain
oh yes”
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dVerse prompt on writing from a genre of music. I choose jazz