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The PianistIn a cluttered side street A deaf, old pianist Listens to his music Through his fingers, Which although gnarled and knobbly As the rest of his body Are charged with youth. His clothing is thread and bare, His piano has seen better days But such a sweet melancholy That touches the hearts Of those who pass him by Makes them stop, Makes them listen for a while.The Pianist
The sedate, tinkling notes Are overriding in their gentle way For a few moments the world pauses to listen The sun comes out of the cloudy grey A mother brings her child to t
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I'm Megan.
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Megan B.
Amateur Photographer, Professional Dreamer.
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"All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts..."
— (William Shakespeare, As You Like It, 2/7)
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"All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts..."
— (William Shakespeare, As You Like It, 2/7)
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"All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts..."
— (William Shakespeare, As You Like It, 2/7)
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