The Voelva sat listlessly listening
to Jazz Divas boisterous Billy
and Enchanting everlasting Ella
praising their vibrant voices
and wonderful rhumba rhythms
really realizing how beautiful
these merry melodies still were
talking tales from the thirties
until the the silvery sixties
the bluest blue sounded in
blistering silvery skies and
the vagrant Voelva's eyes
started glistering gloriously again
on a sunny slightly windy day
sixty to seventy years after
and she praised mostly modernity
and the ingenious inventions
of the recalling replay of notes
from so far away and so clearly close
that her moody moods vanished
and she only heard the jazzy jolliness.
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