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The wind directs the snow Horizontally down Spartan Ave., But for a moment, A snow-funnel pirouettes Like a music-box dancer. I hum some Tchaikovsky As it exits. Act II follows, I sweep the stage For the soldiers marching across frozen fields. The music stops. I shut the door. Enough Tchaikovsky for this winter.
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
Tell Tchaikovsky the News
The wind directs the snow Horizontally down Spartan Ave., But for a moment, A snow-funnel pirouettes Like a music-box dancer. I hum some Tchaikovsky As it exits. Act II follows, I sweep the stage For the soldiers marching across frozen fields. The music stops. I shut the door. Enough Tchaikovsky for this winter.
Title is from Chuck Berry's masterpiece, "Roll Over Bethoven."
francie-lynch
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
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