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assata Apr 2012
Someone told me to play a beauitful song on the harp.

Someone told me to listen with my ears as it brung me tears, I though about all the times I felt robbed for my will.

Still at that moment I played that harp only to get the just out of it.

Wow  went my soul as my heart turned into  mush.

Play a harp, Play it till you can't anymore. Maybe someonw will notice you.

Is  it  a talent or just a passion!
new poem hope you like it!

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