vale maestro

2 days ago

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There once was a sleek greyhound

That sauntered into my yard

Followed by a gentleman –

Of song, he was the bard

I love to sing, I said.

Sing me a few bars, said he.

Nonplussed, I sang Blue Moon.

You can hold a tune, I see –

And I can skill your voice

He said – without giving pause

So, we began our path

With scores of songs and good laughs

I miss your beaming smile

And the look of “you got it” –

When I hit the note right

As, indeed, you knew I might

Goodbye, my dear maestro

Your song is now at its end

But we who do remain –

Will sing fondly in your name

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