Let us go to the room where we keep our dreams when we are not using them. We can wake them from their sleep, close our eyes and put them on. And if they no longer fit, we can put them back. And give this room to someone new.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
Chasing Perfect Sound Forever 
Great poem!
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