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Sitting Underneath the Piano

So strange. On the tuning board I'm an F and yet I feel quite sharp somehow. Perhaps I need an adjustment. Here. or there. A tweaking of metal wires wrapped a little too tightly and then I'll hit the perfect C. So strange. for somehow sharp still feels like me, looks like me, is like me. Hmph. I guess it's better to be sharp than flat, and while I'm at it, better yet, full with chords and rhythm too... Maybe I should synchronize and be a little more like you.

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