SONATA
Eyes like ranch-house fumes on a
prairie of fire; the schoolhouse
had seven doors. Can I describe
things any better than that? In a
poetic fashion, it seems to all
fall down, this using of regular
words. My musical thoughts,
instead, maybe I should use.
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Sangria Christa, what do you
play when it's time to play?
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