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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