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Music

May 21, 2008
By Anonymous

The strings taunt.
The playful violin
Jeering.
“Your song is like every other.
You’ll never be famous,”
The bow laughs wickedly.
And you know that you won’t
Because you have no natural talent.
This is when you drop it
In the nearest dumpster
Who’s laughing now?


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