Musica Angelica And The Nines

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I was dressed

to the nines

with

grandiose ideas

in my hip pocket

So grandiose,

I wore a ring

and was ready

to have

a kissing line

Conversations complete

at the blink

of an eye

with

the cellist from Peru

 

She was cuter 

than a button

and I juggled

buttonholes

:::

:::

The lights dimmed

and Vivaldi 

was strung up

in the air

 

I swallowed every note

with glee

but poor me:

 

I never said a word

to anyone

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 ©  PAUL OLIVERIO  ©

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