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THE MASTER (Free verse) by ARTIE He plays to the crowds
to the great halls
to all who will listen.
But, the largest crowd he plays to
are the trees.
They are the source
of the woods from which
his instrument was fashioned.
This is the honor bestowed upon
the musician
The Master!
Up the ladder:
Her tears
Down the ladder:
One Fine Day
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Posted: January 4, 2015 6:41 PM PST; Last modified: January 4, 2015 6:41 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.8577223 Overall Rank: 10432 Comments:
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30-Jan-15/1:23 PM
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interesting idea, but I'm not feeling it.
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