The Vamp

Let's place a new part with an old thing,
My affection has a driving force.
And whether it be a skattering sing,
The musician's voice becomes not hoarse.
Fear not; they do not miss the beat,
As the foreknowledge creates a heat.
When the end is nigh, requires no call,
For wearing out as one for all.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

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