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William Hollis - PoetContent on this page requires a newer version of Adobe Flash Player. GROWING AND DYING WITH MOZART. The muscles of my body pull harder and crunch. With each thrust I give an afternoon's hour. At the piano when all I can really do is squirm. And try to find resolution for a day's discomfort. It's like that sonata Mozart wrote as he must. Have tried to escape the death of his son. And decided that only by slipping to a major key. Would he be able to finish what it was all about.
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