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Hot Is Your M.O.
Your eyes scan the list, songs you are to spin. You know the very ones, so hot, they should be a sin. The parameters, they’ve been set you review line-by-line. Making sure the tunes will burn deep into this soul of mine. The music is always the best no matter the genre you choose. The Celtic lass or jazz-man true; then there’s rock and sultry blues. Your motive is clearly seen, providing tunes that hit the spot. Not one would book opposition for your M.O. is very HOT. July 10, 2010 © DL Bach For Hy, Isobela, Aeryn and Crighton
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