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Sunday, April 09, 2006

americana

tinkling keys on a toy piano,
ebony and ivory memories
carved into the wooden scratches

yellowed pearls drape down
the neck of the grandmother
who teaches the young girl to
curl her fingers just so,

brown hair loosely flowing
down, passing her ears and forming
bouncy curls around her face
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