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I dreamed my grand piano, when I opened the top,
had mice and their nests all cluttered in the far back
corner; strewing the insides with straw and debris.
The quizzical mice just looked up at me as I played
all around them. Hammers flipping up and down,
the sound distorted somehow by the paper and waste.
I thought to vacuum out these insides, or clobber the
mice on their heads. But I figured none of it would work,
I liked the sound and, after all, really, why bother the
mice - so comfortable at home there that they
added somehow to my melody.
I dreamed my grand piano, when I opened the top,
had mice and their nests all cluttered in the far back
corner; strewing the insides with straw and debris.
The quizzical mice just looked up at me as I played
all around them. Hammers flipping up and down,
the sound distorted somehow by the paper and waste.
I thought to vacuum out these insides, or clobber the
mice on their heads. But I figured none of it would work,
I liked the sound and, after all, really, why bother the
mice - so comfortable at home there that they
added somehow to my melody.
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