Next year I’ll learn to play the harmonica. Hoping to produce such a mellifluous strain, In my sturdy hands, I’ll practice every day, It would not be easy, but worth the pain. A harmonica emits a life by itself, Of journeys and skies so blue. Of stories describing great deeds, That echo all around like birds that flew. And in the soft breeze, many will dance. Beneath the stars that twinkle in the glow. A special sonata of heartfelt wishes, Assuming I’ll manage two or three notes in a row. Placed 1
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