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Friday, February 18, 2011
Yet Another Poem
Kindred Spirits
Before he begins another,
The pianist adjusts his tired frame.
He smiles in her direction.
She cannot find the words
To tell him how he
Has brightened her otherwise sunless day.
So she simply smiles in return.
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