The Paper Is My Speaker Poem by Saint Cynosure
The Paper Is My Speaker
The paper is my speaker,
the pencil is my fiddle.
My songs are read,
never sung,
no chorus in the middle.
There are no strings that must be strung,
but I do sharpen up my fiddle.
I cant turn it up or turn it down,
but I can change the tone a little.
And if you want you can follow along,
but theres no tune to whistle.
Because the paper is my speaker,
and the pencil is my fiddle
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5/9/2024 8:18:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I will contnue to listen...and every now and then I even tap my feet...great work