I can see you on a street corner listening to music during a sunset.
With people playing instruments and dancing.
I can see you clapping your hands and stomping your feet.
There is a guitar player on the stairs strumming along on each fret.
There are people in front of you moving and grooving.
Then to top it off there was a trumpet player to make that evening just a bit more sweet.
By Selena Myers
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