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Dec 2017
My music plays with no notes.
My story told with no words.
My poem recites with no rhyme.
My bell rings with no chime.
My drum beats without blare.
My wind whistles without air.
My candle burns without flame.
My life passes without name.
Haddie Brenner
Written by
Haddie Brenner  London
(London)   
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