There were no ribbons
And the cake was black
Someone was singing off key
But meant well
We never know
When it will mean something
Strike a responsive chord
Or A minor
Of course
Ribbons aren’t always necessary
Sometimes just black crepe is enough
It all depends on who’s singing
Doesn’t it?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
A Minor
Labels:
experimental,
music,
poem
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