Rocking in
A music ruin
Perfect in
My pitch
A band of notes
Goes marching by
Deep in tactless step
Again a wait
In sues
The heart
Of all
The songs
You might
Have sung
Of all
Free bootleg
Melodies
Stretched before
My snapping string
This warp of wood
Resounds bereft
Of demons
Minstrely arraigned
To serve
A quiet term
Insane
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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