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Upon perception, a rolling wooden box with three pedals a misconception Slick ivory keys the color of milk with black onyx halves in between, if you please. Eighty-eight beautiful notes made of perfection, fifty-two white and thirty-six black Middle “C” is the place to start, move your fingers up eight white beauties and you have made art Sharps, flats, quarter notes, half notes, it is time to “rest.” Loud, soft, strong, with feeling, sit up straight and give the bench some respect Treble clef, bass clef written by all the best Mozart, Bach, Chopin, DeBussy know these keys Glorious musical emotions to be heard It takes you to places you have never seen All shapes and sizes, don’t you want one of me? ©Holly P. Moore December 2012

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Date: 12/14/2012 9:31:00 AM
oh i do want one. i still remember my first simple song "here we go, up a row, to a birthday party" then my fingers branched out left and right. love it. Kathy
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Date: 12/10/2012 6:53:00 PM
your love of the piano comes across very loud and clear - great poem!
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Date: 12/10/2012 3:42:00 PM
HI Holly, you seem fun... love this...always~PD
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Date: 12/10/2012 10:46:00 AM
This is music to my ears too Holly! GORGEOUS!! oxox / / Anne-Lise :) always <3
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Date: 12/10/2012 10:27:00 AM
Holly not only is this a magnificent write it is music to my ears...I absolutely love it, I can see you writing this while at or by the piano..very well done...David
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Date: 12/10/2012 9:54:00 AM
wow Holly, such sophistication you show here, not only in your subject, but this wonderful poetry of yours, just love this..
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