How I wishdon
I could play a piano
Like Amadeus
Like Beethoven
But I can't
In rushing with time
I end up writing these words
from the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont
Where I used to have a little infant
Where I did whatever I could
To be alive
The rainbow is beneath our soul
But we must redeem
Screaming for joy
a boy is here to ood night....................
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