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He dug what she said:
bright jellies, smooth marmalade
spread on warm brown bread.


"Jazz" from drowsy lips
orchids lift to honeybees
floating on long sips.


"Jazz": quick fingerpops
pancake on a griddle-top
of memories.    Stop.


"Jazz": mysterious
as nutmeg, missing fingers,
gold,  Less serious.


"Jazz": cool bannister.
Don't need no stair.  Ways to climb
when the sax is there.

Written by James A. Emanuel

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