Drifting skywards from the lamp-lit street below,
A whispering and blue ephemeral echo,
A beautiful sound,
That swirls around,
And resolves at last to a saxophone solo.
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Drifting skywards from the lamp-lit street below,
A whispering and blue ephemeral echo,
A beautiful sound,
That swirls around,
And resolves at last to a saxophone solo.
More limericks at
https://musing75.wordpress.com/limericks/