
If FP accepted my formatting, this would easily be one of my best poems ever. Alas, such is not the case. Under semi-permanent construction.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 40 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 12-26-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2756759
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in each streetcornered bar___________d
there is a symphony of sound and sense
and melody_______________________
________________________________barred
to sit beside______________________
it_______________________________
isn't enough______________________,
like a dance ______________________without music
each string_______________________
each key_________________________
may someday_____________________(never)
come____________________________
or be passed by___________________
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