Unit 37

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There are many keys in life.

Picking the right one is fatal for the piece.

One wrong move and its hard to catch up.

Press on the wrong note and it could be over,

mentally.

***

Yet though the piano is my heart and soul,

but you sir, say crap about my music.

Though you've never shown any talent on an

instrument.

But I try. And what do you do?

Nothing.

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