Oh the music

Lateness at its best.
Or so she thought…

Or so he told him
every evening:

Morning jazz. 
Blooming craze.

Fate searching for a cookie pun.

Luncheon jazz.
Hungry daze.

Feet on beach.
Shells don ´t preach.

Evening jazz.
Dreamy craze.

Turn to mey.
Choose today.

Midnight jazz.
Dazed craze.
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