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Waves Of Music
You were always musical, ready with a tune
And though I was tone deaf, my ear quite tin
We muddled on by dint of the golden mean
Though I was convinced all opera was a sin
The keyboard in our pool is testimony to a breach
A sad rupture in our regime of mutual toleration
I confess that I shoved it in with one fell swoop
After you inflicted that last Prokofiev quotation
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Friday 21st August 2020 10:59 am
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