Pianotech Poetry

Piannaman@aol.com Piannaman@aol.com
Fri, 21 Mar 2003 00:01:37 EST


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Ron,

This is interesting.  I like it, though I'm not entirely sure what it means.=
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Keep your day job, but I think your nights should be devoted to the coffee=20
house circuit.  And while we're waiting for word of your successes to the=20
beat of the bongo, how about a translation???

Dave Stahl

In a message dated 3/20/03 9:47:39 AM Pacific Standard Time, rrg@unlv.edu=20
writes:


> Betsy=E2=80=99s Cry=20
> By Rob Goodale, RPT

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> She cries for an echo, a ghost.

> History=E2=80=99s 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=E2=80=99s 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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