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You were always highly strung,
tense to a C,
higher than my G,
your tailpiece was sure fine,
and your finger board?
Well, what can I say?
When my bow struck your strings
your F holes resounded
as I played you with such finesse.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
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Exploring my Thoughts. Finding Myself. Searching for More.
A writer inspired by nature and human nature
Healing CPTSD with Poetry and Photography
The soul of my ink is you
Scribbles by Afzal Moolla
Collection of a creator
The Writings & Ramblings of Colm Black
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parallax 
ouch I doubt you are talking about that violin ….
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😉
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That’s a fine instrument to play (with)! 🙂
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Nothing like a splendid violin 🙂
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love the poem; thank you
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Thank you very much indeed
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Musical!!
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Indeed 🙂
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mmm!!!:D
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🙂
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Sizzling
>
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Sure is, that violin is on fire 🙂
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Violin playing at its best!
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Indeed 🙂
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You played the keys in good faith.
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Indeed I did, well said James.
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Making music,
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And fairly spontaneous too.
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Love it!
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Thank you
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