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A .99 Cent Piano


It was the status of ownership back in the day,

In so many living rooms,

a piano.

 

Early the keys were made of real ivory

Ebony wood to even the play

and wood... Ah yes, so kind to sound it grew.

 

It was a privledge to own a piano back in the day,

while today the minimum bid still stands

.99 for an old, forgotten

piano.

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