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Sunday 2025.05.25
This morning, I arrived at the Station,
Gave the Swan Hill V-Line train a miss,
The same train which I travelled
Exactly one year ago.
When I had a relaxing and peaceful time,
At the border of NSW and Victoria.
It turned out I should catch the missed train,
To take me to Kangaroo Flat,
One stop away from Bendigo.
What significant thing about the last trip,
Was I did it without BB,
And came home to find
The back boundary fence of my property,
Was damaged by thieves that evening.
It was also due to that mishap,
Which tied me and BB
For the next six weeks,
When we carried out the project,
"Putting lipsticks on the pig"
Which was named by BB.
The ironic and sarcastic things were,
BB loved me as a friend,
Cared about my safety and well-being.
He kindly helped repairing the damaged fence,
To protect me from further burgeraries.
On the contrary and unintentionally,
I let him entering
And breaking my heart lockers,
Which I installed them more than two decades prior.
He did it very nicely, gently and kindly.
Strangely, his lovely gestures
Triggered and brought out the best in me,
Since then, I have been working hard,
To keep the flame of music passion burning
Now, I played wherever I found there was a public piano.

Five years ago, before Covid,
There used to be twenty plus of them
"Play me I am yours" was the name.
A project promoted by City Melbourne Council.
All was stored away during Covid-19,
Mainly to tackle the issues of hygiene.
Since then, there was no more of them.
If there was any one left,
They would probably be wrecked.

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