Don't listen to them, son.
They'll think it's fun to gloat and say how dumb
But then you all would miss the sweet irony.
When you walk the forest
To the meter of your own boots,
Banish airwaves from your mind,
And bandwidths, and click-throughs;
Listen only to the whine
Of dancing marionette branches enslaved to the wind,
Wouldn't you expect to find
The real music lesson is within?
I cheated on the photo, it was taken January 5, 2009.
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