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F sharp's gathering
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F sharp's gathering |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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It was in the inconsistency-- imprecisioned by gapped teeth that I heard the slithering the tune of F sharp's gathering cresting as conducted by baton, from a cat's claw; a mouse sat properly and pawed notes in whole on the harp string. I saw the roads mapped over streams; bridges built absurdly large, shadowed their complexities across one slow complacent barge pushing corn back to the farms so empty of the boast of yield. Now would be the time for those who bear the weight of grudge on me-- I'm open, wounded, and I grieve. I beg you, take your shot at me now, while I am numb. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Damn. What a mishmash, or rather a hodgepodge of situations you give to decipher. All this and the background music (in the key of F sharp) provided by a proper mouse as he mastered the harp. I can absolutely see that image. As the music is played the mind seeks out strange sights and overly built structures as the small in us are wont to over-dramatize. The last verse is a time for courage and weathering of what life throws your way. Last line is a killer. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Interesting, a worthy read... I have been to orchestral concerts I believe under somewhat similar circumstances. |
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