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None of my fingers are the same... Yet together they work the keys Of my saxophone To play melodies that raise Us to consciousness unknown None of my fingers are the same... Yet my two hands clap A beat so sweet or praise The good deeds that make The world a better place None of my fingers are the same... But they work in unison to caress To soothe, to bring pleasure Through my music and verse I give you harmony and joy None of my fingers are the same... This is no sound of a one finger snap Or the accusing point Of an angry single digit Though watch the ones pointing back My fingers bring harmony and joy They join with the fingers of others And share a loving bond so strong That no single finger can weaken None of us are the same....
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Aug 22, 2011
Aug 22, 2011 at 9:18 AM UTC
None of my fingers are the same...
None of my fingers are the same... Yet together they work the keys Of my saxophone To play melodies that raise Us to consciousness unknown None of my fingers are the same... Yet my two hands clap A beat so sweet or praise The good deeds that make The world a better place None of my fingers are the same... But they work in unison to caress To soothe, to bring pleasure Through my music and verse I give you harmony and joy None of my fingers are the same... This is no sound of a one finger snap Or the accusing point Of an angry single digit Though watch the ones pointing back My fingers bring harmony and joy They join with the fingers of others And share a loving bond so strong That no single finger can weaken None of us are the same....
martyn-thompson
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Aug 22, 2011
Aug 22, 2011 at 9:18 AM UTC
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