I hear the music in verse,
Like a Waltz, It twirls around our senses,
With its notes, the music of language,
Drills deep, knows no fences,
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every time start listening to my nerve endings things get good and gooder and great not a bad thing while listening to Led Zeppelin and screaming beak-nik verse spontaneously every other Sunday very nice poem I like how it sweeps me away to never never land again
What a wonderful phrase: the music of language!