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Apr 2020
Her fingers dance across the keys,
Creating perfect melodies.
Next to her, I sit young and eager
To please my loving and patient teacher.
She coaches me on how to place my hand.
How lucky am I to call her Grandmommy Anne!
Written by
PoetFromAnotherPlanet  22/F
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       --- and Carlo C Gomez
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