Nimble Music
Nimbleness on my piano softly.
I hear the notes on high lofty.
Others come, and tickle tunes.
Listening intently, in my room.
We've moved and taken it with.
I play for my puppies, a gift.
It sits again in my dining area.
In tune, wooden condition fair.
For now it sits. I hear discs long
All day as my player plays on.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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