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Sonamphony
I am never without Ludwig
that mess of tangled hair
accompanying me with his
fifth, ninth, and moonlight
in my now unplugged ears
stereo muted, no longer
blaring at my need to hear
thousands of times before
now lilts indelibly sealed
o but he moves me still
poem
by
Frederick Kesner
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