Music TheoryA Poem by Steph CrandallThe notes on the page, Jumped with a splash. They were angry. Busking away for some extra
cash. The accordion plays, as the vocalist sings. The cook fillets, and the telephone rings. The street lights go on, While the moon howls. The acid gives a proton. The crocodile plays croquet. Doomsday awaits, the world truncates. © 2011 Steph Crandall |
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