My Toy Baby Grand
I remember those black and white keys.
It's a memory of great glee.
I played with it constantly---
sitting on a stool so mini.
To stop playing it there was no such fee.
It was the best toy my mom ever gave me.
Although it's now gone and just a memory,
I was in love with my piano so completely.
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