I’m a jazz singer, she replied di James Emanuel

He dug what she said: bright jellies, smooth marmalade spread on warm brown bread. “Jazz” from drowsy lips orchids lift to honeybees floating on long sips. “Jazz”: quick fingerpops pancake on a griddle-top of memories. Stop. “Jazz”: mysterious as nutmeg, missing fingers, gold, Less serious. “Jazz”: cool bannister. Don’t need no stair. Ways to climb […]

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