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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3749 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Right Keys Frank Faust fingers down on the white ones a little bit of pressure makes a sound that rises up only as firm as her uncertainty one hand on the white ones one-two one two one-two she wants to tell the world wants to tell everyone around about the fall in love but her heart won't stop racing she can't slow her thinking doesn't know how far she ought to go she isn't even sure what she really knows so disrupted that her mind strays to new clothes and how she can be sure to look just right before they meet again when they meet again . . . . she wants to write a song her fingers splay and play over the white keys but they're holding back from any false notes a mistake might undo it all of it and everything is down to hitting every key clean clear singing to his heart andstriking only on the right keys only the white keys ~ |
