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Pathetic excuse for a music student, he is
otherwise occupied, I follow the raindrops from my window noise-like would-be musical sounds assail my unwilling ears make-believe water harmonies give better life to the wrong notes listlessly played by another out-of-sync teen killing time - and my ears - with useless lessons joking about the importance of the (many) errors inventing reasons not to practice at dawn had done so myself at his age, I share "Great heavens! Didn't you sleep man?" fine streaks of rain leave artwork on the pane, daydreaming again E-flat major has no f-sharps, but then who cares any more difficult to help him learn when he doesn't try carpe diem, today's motto sustaining irresponsibility bothered by a stupid sonata personalized by indifference accompanied though, by the pleasing rain the piano lesson 7 march, 2006
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