Horseradish
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Happy, is the Old Cello
He plays on through the rain,
He plays as the water flows down, in
Dribbles and drizzles on
The cravings of an old cello
His face is sad as he
Hears the songs from long ago
Music from the place he
Once knew, long ago, it was.
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