Sitting in this cold room
listening to Willie Nelson
I realize that music warms,
I don't think science knows this yet.
God bless you Mr. Nelson
for warming an old man
with 'old worn out memories' and
'themselves and their slow moving dreams'.
Transforming sound into a warm glowing inebriation.
Inebriation's of vibrations.
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