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Making Music

Making Music

Piano, play the keys of time

Let the melody verses rhyme

The guitar strings, fill my throbbing heart

The brass horns, I caress, don't ever let them part

Making music, a serenade in champagne, is making love

Over, and over, let it play, to the heaven's above

 

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Beautiful lyric, dear Poetess Nancy McGowin,

The image is very appropriate, the Rhymes too. I love the below lines. Congrats on your winning nomination.

The guitar strings, fill my throbbing heart

The brass horns, I caress, don't ever let them part

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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