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I blinked through tearful eyes
to see if the yellowed ivory keys
of the old family piano
were really moving.

In my mind’s eye, I saw them
dancing a Sentimental Journey of
Saturday nights growing up;

a special time when we children
forgot animosity and joined together
in harmony, creating memories
more precious than Ivory Palaces.

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