The Piano

Thu, 08/15/2013 - 17:24 -- Mickey4

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The sulky piano speaks its sad song.
Its tears spill out as minor cords.
Its black and white dressing shows no color,
But its slow song brings happiness
To creatures close enough to hear.
And that’s all it needs
To keep its notes singing.

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