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The Novice

She plays those ivory keys
Frustrated with the tune she cannot find
She can feel it there
Sneaking around in the shadows of the tuning pins
Giggling in impish delight
As she slams her hands down
A cacophony of tortured notes
That could have been beautiful
With patience





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