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Paige Taylor Poem
Buildings looming over, I walk down a crowded street
and amongst all the bustle, a piano, my eyes meet.
On a dirty street corner rests a set of black and white keys,
and despite all the chaos, a melody spills out of me, with ease.
And for once on that morning, the people stopped their daily routine,
and admired the stranger, who dared to intervene.
Copyright © Paige Taylor | Year Posted 2016
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