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  • Hannah Albert

Memories of an Old Music Box

Another human fell down

I hear all about it

from the Royal Guard

who patrols here every day

and a man with a cart

trying to make a sale

I’m so bored

and it’s been raining for so long

the water is starting to erode my head

but I hear footsteps

and see someone pass by me

they have old, worn ballet slippers

and an umbrella

which they place over me

such a generous soul

deserves a song

so I’ll serenade them

and they smile at me

from under their long, shaggy hair.



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