Random Raving
They say the old have tales to tell.
And
I say mad man are not mad there just more philosophical.
But then again have you ever heard the ravings of a piano.
Humming and vibrating sounds of gratification.
As the hands of calamity strum on its key,
Like a violin.
While Vivid and vibrant notes of woe,
Still illuminates joy throughout this devoid,
Hall that preserves your heart.
For many good things bask in a cloud novelty.
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