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Broken Strings

Broken strings A thoughtless crime Someone has committed To my violin. String curled, Bow bent like a pretzel, The neck is in two. Grief struck me To find something so amazing Destroyed from anger, Surely someone must pay  For damaging my instrument. I thought about it for a second... I don't recall even owning a violin.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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