My stepdaughter and I circle round and round.
You see, I like the music loud, the speakers
throbbing, jam-packing the room with sound whether
Bach or rock and roll, the volume cranked up so
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It is interesting to read your poem, Stephen. I have often wondered about what sensations happen to people who like listening to loud music. My husband, when he was much younger like you, used to like his music played loudly, but now I have acute hearing and his is poor. I used to disappear when the noise erupted.I like your descriptions of scenery and your daughter's antics. This is a happy poem and because it places you in a special time and place, you will be able to refer back to it with pleasure. Well done, Stephen.
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It is interesting to read your poem, Stephen. I have often wondered about what sensations happen to people who like listening to loud music. My husband, when he was much younger like you, used to like his music played loudly, but now I have acute hearing and his is poor. I used to disappear when the noise erupted.I like your descriptions of scenery and your daughter's antics. This is a happy poem and because it places you in a special time and place, you will be able to refer back to it with pleasure. Well done, Stephen.