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From: G0NMYDate: Sun, 03 May 26 17:51:00 Z
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Subject: My First Key
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My First Key
His brass-pounding days are over,
His key lays silent on his desk.
His contest logs are now empty,
But once he was one of the best.
His fist was smooth and what music it could play
Upon that old key.
He sure knew how to use it,
His love for it you could see.
His hand was steady and sure,
His music made of dots and dashes.
His symphony lasted many hours,
Bringing harmony through static crashes.
I’ll never forget my first try
With that shiny old key.
He would look me straight in the eye,
Saying, “Not two dits, but three.”
Finally one day I composed my first song,
He said, “What it took, I had!”
He passed on that old key when he was gone,
’Cause that old key belonged to my dad.
Sadly Unknown author
73 de Mark G0NMY
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