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Upstairs, she’s playing the keyboard again.
This time, it sounds different. Well,
It always does. Last time, I asked her
To be quiet. I couldn’t smell
The sea for fourteen days. So when
She wants to play, let her play,
Wake you up and drag your sorry
Carcass through the Milky Way.
Yaacov David Shulman