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Greg Parke : Photography & Poetry

The Piano

Hopeless lives lived under the piano
Hiding there from the rest of the world
Someone tries to coax them out
But the hopeless stayed to live on
Go home he said to the piano dwellers
We are home they said
Now leave us alone
From morning to night
They put up a fight of hopelessness
A fight for their rights
Of their hopeless lives lived under the piano