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Sometimes (but only when you are you)
You open up (even if you
Were not you) and even if
You were shopping on McDonald Avenue
A song starts playing in your brain
(And even if the words are silly,
If you come to the end of the words,
You will reach a line that makes you chilly,
That makes you stop, that hits you in
Your solar plexus. And you do
Not know, not for many years,
That a cord connects each blue to blue).
Yaacov David Shulman