[For last years post on Irving Berlin click here].
Marx My Words
A singer now and then embarks
To sing the songs of Joseph Marx,
A repertoire so ripe and lush
It teeters on the edge of mush;
A repertoire that aims to please
By being just a few degrees
Beyond the realm of normal keys
In ravishing epiphanies.
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