Shownotes
I love racquetball to the moon and back
Along my way like harp strings from town,
Nighttime beats my hearing in a strain.
The bell springs every heart in me;
Takes my song from its tree apart,
Nature, all bird of my heart,
A song for a flower, at its start.
A minor cry sings meant through the heart.
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