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Poem The Piano


I passed by the piano,
it was uncovered,
the keys were naked.

The day was young,
there was no time,
working, working.

I covered the piano,
oh, too tempting.
Put some clothes on,
I whispered. 

Later that night,
I withdrew her cover,
and we played,
all night long.

Please remember to,
well,
put your dust cover on,
my dear, 
I must work,
but ask me tonight.


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