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Like a big fat soup

Of rich Eastern European flavors

Hints of the Middle East

Swirling in a spicy confluence

Of delectable modal-ism

Inter-twirling in a sort of minor key

Stirred with a clarinet

Maybe add a little trombone

Perhaps a pinch of cornet

A dash each of violin and saxophone

Into a piano consommé

Served up in a big bowl

Of bass and drum

Maybe some accordion in season

Musicians all caught up

Swaying with the rhythm

Playing off each other

Flat six and sharp seven

Generating pleasurable tension

Generation to generation

Who line up and dance

Connected hand in hand

In a long line that whirls

Vigorously stirred

Like a big fat soup


Poem 16 of 30 for NaPoWriMo 2012

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