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Angry Piano

The ivories' sleeping is like a lonely black piano.

Beautiful, small girl quietly fight a dusty, misty bench.
Hello, old friend. Did you miss me?

Ah, life!

Running loudly like an old hammer.
Banging hard on the ivories.

God, action!
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely
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Adeline Foster 11 May 2016

Somehow I see this as titled JAZZ. The assonance comes through. Read mine - Pole Vaulting - Adeline

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