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    Once Upon A Time


    Mister Smith taught me:

    Play with your words; let them sing -

    Just don't let them go.


    So I guess I won't. 

    Even when I don't know what

    The melody is.


    But I know the song,

    Because he sang it to me

    With his deepest breath.


    Somehow, the notes meshed ...

    Friday's orchestra of one

    Heard by everything. 


    I dared sing along

    Because he invited me

    No punctuation


    When I think of him,

    I'm led to thoughts of others

    Who, like me, loved him.


    Once upon a time.









    Hmm.  Yeah, I needed that.


    just a suggestion: this guy likes to play with words -

    Subtense abuse.

    pyres @nonchalantly_

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