The midnight jazz

 
The midnight jazz at 12 O'clock will take your bags and rock your socks. With the billowing trees and ivory leaves that seem to say come play with me. The winds take soprano. The owls take the bass. And sure as hell they'll put a smile on your face. All the pain that you should fear. All the pain will not come here. In the midnight jungle of jazz.

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