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for contest--starting lines with "d"--for my jazz-loving darling |
| Down beat Deep down in the down beat dwells Miles dewy Davis, daddy-o of the hard-bop doing trumpet dipsy-doodles diggin' deep into blue notes. Don't do white-girl blues. Dig it. Dig the dance of lovers drowning in each other. Discover dizzy dreams dragging jazz along. Devolve to that ditty-bop doo-wop dripping diamond joy-drops drumming like a woman. Darling, decrescendo, diminuendo, delicato, do it. Do it. Do it. ![]() |