dad could play by ear
practiced til he got the song
music to my ears
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music holds mem'ries
prompts body moves, smiles, tears
miss disco dancing
waking to birdsongs
every day a new tune
sings with the sunrise
Today's final National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo challenge #30 is to write a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken ...
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