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Jazz inflicts a certain loneliness on those
lonely enough to listen,
in wicker chairs that are hasten to flicker under
the match of all those whom seem much fitter.
Of course with age, knowledge and insight
is but a reality,
whilst for us the gain is as slow as the definition of steadily.

So how do we, the young, fight our way to the front?

With vigour and balls of course, elbows out
feathers cocked and drawn.
Peacocks dominate their farmyard lands with
inflated breasts and a fan of fancy to do,
with white old time crescent moon eye shadow
and hues of blue that cut below and through.