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Nov 2011
the fingers pop
they move, sometimes thinking sometimes
but the men grab them and twist them
all control now
just the right time
always the right place
and the stupid piece of wood has a nice sound but has ruined her love.
Think clarinet... and how controlling teachers can be...
claire
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