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Tuning it was a joy.  To work the forks and bring the thing back to life.  To see each key land perfectly.  To hear the magnificent thing make music again.  On this rugged world, so far from the center of the people of this galaxy, to find such a rare treasure. It was good stuff to be sure.  I finished and I played and it was magnificent.
 
Tuning it was a joy.  To work the forks and bring the thing back to life.  To see each key land perfectly.  To hear the magnificent thing make music again.  On this rugged world, so far from the center of the people of this galaxy, to find such a rare treasure. It was good stuff to be sure.  I finished and I played and it was magnificent.
  
I rolled the thing out of the back room out to the side of the stage.  The trio looked over and stopped playing.  The crowd went silent.  I cleared the way and lifted the front wheel up on the stage.  Two of the guys came over and the three of us pushed it up on stage.  I sat and took out my ashtray, setting by it my tankard, filled it with rum from my own bottle and set the bottle beside it.  Slipping my glasses on, lighting my cigarette, I bent over to play.
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I rolled the thing out of the back room out to the side of the stage.  The trio looked over and stopped playing.  The crowd went silent.  I cleared the way and lifted the front wheel up on the stage.  Two of the guys came over and the three of us pushed it up on stage.  I sat and took out my ashtray, setting by it my tankard, filled it with rum from my own battle and set the bottle beside it.  Slipping my glasses on, lighting my cigarette, I bent over to play.
  
 
Oh bliss.  Like the first rush of blood or the first kiss of a new lover.  She sang.  I settled in to a run of old familiar favorites.  "Kind of Blue" & " Round midnight"  Just to get my fingers working.  Then I went into my stuff.  'Observation on the Abyss I", "Deep Woodland Serenade".  I looked up and the place was dead silent in shock.  Then they erupted.  The owner came over and hugged me.  Our deal was set.   
 
Oh bliss.  Like the first rush of blood or the first kiss of a new lover.  She sang.  I settled in to a run of old familiar favorites.  "Kind of Blue" & " Round midnight"  Just to get my fingers working.  Then I went into my stuff.  'Observation on the Abyss I", "Deep Woodland Serenade".  I looked up and the place was dead silent in shock.  Then they erupted.  The owner came over and hugged me.  Our deal was set.   

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