Poem: The DJ Plays 'Fever'

A poem about Peggy Lee's song 'Fever'

The needle on the 45
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And the lights drop lower
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And everyone starts swaying
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Even those that never sway
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There are songs that are forever
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More than mountains
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More than sea
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There are songs that are forever
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That’s why the DJ plays us fever
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He gives us….Fever!
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FLA-BOOM!