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FollowThere is a poem about a ratty, dusty, out of tune, old violin, that is tucked away and forgotten on the shelved of a second hand store. Tbe old violin, as it js, is worthless. One day a guy walks in, spots it and picks it up. He dusts it off, tumes it and
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