Okay. Now for my tricube poem. Yeah. I didn't know what that was either. So I went here to find out. Here it is:
Dancing Doll
Wooden toes
Oft you fall
Then you wake
Stretch your limbs
Breath you take
Music starts
Spark catches
In your heart
©2020 by H. Linn Murphy
Violin
Scarred, battered
No value
Master's hand
Fills the air
Sweet music
Now they pay
For magic
Now they see.
©2020 by H. Linn Murphy
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