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Practicing Piano

My brother, Kim, had great hands for playing the piano. With one hand he had a spread of more than octave Almost every afternoon, I overheard him practice easy tunes at first--tunes like "Carry me Back to Old Virginia" or a simplified version of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy." As he progressed to more complicated pieces, I slowly became aware that though technically outstanding, he had no true feel for the music! He just practiced out of duty to our mother rather any real love of music! scales when he wanted to be out playing baseball

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Date: 8/13/2015 12:32:00 AM
Perfect! I love that he did it for mom...my son did it for me too....and I appreciate it now...this is just great. BG
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Date: 8/10/2015 6:31:00 PM
I really LOVE this one. Short and simple, just like I like 'em!! BRAVO That ending haiku was awesome.
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