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Xylophone

It seemed to me, at the outset, an abacus, Of nursery kids; and, lo, looked less glamorous; It had scales fixed on a piano skeleton, While an abacus shone like beads in gelatin...! It has an Asian origin, someone told me, (Does it mean continent chauvinism sets me free?) I listened to it once, as a snake its charmer, After all, can any music be a harmer...? Rough, razor-sharp, clattering, bubbling, and doubling, Shrill, hollow, ticking, transparent, and less troubling; Odd rough ringing, clanging, and gonging pulled my soul, I felt, in xylophonic tune, I had a role...! Harmony, as that of the other rhythmic tools, In xylophone too, like deep freshwater lakes, pools; Tunes and tones, like echoes from mountains and hills filled, My heart, with its melodic mood, got wildly thrilled...!!! 28 April 2023 Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables

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