Pianotech Poetry

[Scott Pickett]

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Keep your day job....
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  From: Robert Goodale=20
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  Sent: Thursday, March 20, 2003 10:39 AM
  Subject: Pianotech Poetry


  Poetry for piano technicians?  Why not, somehow I just got inspired =
I'm not sure why.  Here is my first, what do you think?  Keep my day =
job?  Perhaps some of you can relate to the topic.
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  Rob Goodale, RPT
  Las Vegas, NV
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  Betsy's Cry=20
  By Rob Goodale, RPT
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  She cries for an echo, a ghost.
  History's crude humor, the final insult.
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  Fleece the fair passed by,
  Weak from the head, soft but without purpose.
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  Should have been the box from which she came.
  The most critical was not rejected, begs for more.
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  Newton's dream, gravity without weight.
  Her input loose, compromises to the side.
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  Not of wood, an unnatural element.
  Broken and crumbled, her children now silent.
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  Slips away, her voice lost to friction and time.
  The steel now stolen, the gift lost.
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  The savior is called and discriminates.
  Hours go by, she remains silent but hopeful.
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  Moment of truth, will she breath?
  She coughs and sighs, tired eyes open.
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  Exhausted and regret, the servant collects.
  The apprentice now sits and begins self torture.

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