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moon . . .
–
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avenues,
–
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where
.
dreams
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blues . . .
–
–
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~ I
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w
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avenues,
–
–
where
.
dreams
.
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e
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you,
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who
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s
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who
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time
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d
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–
–
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always
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time
.
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–
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the
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moon . . .
–
–
–
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~ they
turn
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moon . . .
–
–
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–
–
–
move
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w
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those
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avenues,
–
–
where
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dreams
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r
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brewed
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blues . . .
–
–
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~ they
move
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d
o
w
n
.
those
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avenues,
–
–
where
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dreams
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e
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brewed
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f
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truth . . .
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–
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warm
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welcome
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becomes
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new . . .
–
–
–
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w
i
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h
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–
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too
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much
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d
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too
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many
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–
–
–
.
.
.
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old
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b
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warm
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a
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d
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welcome
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becomes
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new . . .
–
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too
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much
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too
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many
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o
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pursue . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
those
–
–
who
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move
.
d
o
w
n
.
the
.
avenues,
–
–
where
.
dreams
.
a
r
e
.
brewed
.
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n
t
o
.
the
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blues . . .
–
–
–
.
.
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fools
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w
h
o
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lose,
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a
n
d
.
choose
.
t
o
.
brood . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ for
fools
.
w
h
o
.
lose,
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a
n
d
.
choose
.
t
o
.
brood . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ for
fools
.
w
h
o
.
lose,
.
a
n
d
.
choose
.
t
o
.
brood
.
d
o
w
n
.
those
.
avenues . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
then,
–
–
turn
.
a
n
d
.
tune
.
i
n
t
o
.
the
.
moon . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ they
turn
.
a
n
d
.
tune
.
i
n
t
o
.
the
.
moon . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
think
.
a
b
o
u
t
.
you.
Reflection: This was a reflective-themed poem that I wrote back in August of 2022 where the contemplator looks back on a wonderful experience he or she had with someone in the past – whether a friendship, romance, or something else. I played the wonderful song “Feels So Good” by Chuck Mangione (especially the more melancholic intro to the album version of the song) and the poem pretty much wrote itself from that (playing the song repeatedly on low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem). It was written fairly quickly – like a couple of hours or so. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.