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Mar 2014
Imagined on the violin
the piano
work in spring garden..
These instruments of flesh
extended or not
create and produce
the work of our day..
connecting right and left
yet remaining
right and left..
Is this the simple secret
of how we are...
CharlesC
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CharlesC
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