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Jun 2018
The note.
A high one.
Almost a screech.
Top of the range,
Just barely music.
Always reaching for the edge.
Yet another person comes along,
Five notes higher.
Skillfully mastered,
They get recognized.
I tried my best,
But it’s never good enough.
Is this about an instrument? I don't know, but you should reed this poem.
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CC  23/F/usa
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