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Poem Of The Day
Mis-Praise
He beat the keys,
disfiguring the music.
Concentrating on perfecting
our torture,
he strained, as his fingers
tripped and stumbled over
their victims.
\When he finished,
he breathed in a great breath,
reveling in his massacre.
\And they applauded louder
than if Beethoven had been their executioner.