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Alison Matte PianoEvery Monday I go to piano lessons. I leave right after school always in a hurry. My mother is ready to pick me up And every time I thank her for taking the time, To come and pick me up from school. Piano lessons help me relax, They calm me down if I am mad, I work on scales and go quicker every time, Until I am in my piano ‘mode’. When playing the piano, I am in my little bubble, No one can talk to me about anything else, Only my piano teacher can give me advice, But if somebody talks to me, I am out of my ‘bubble’ and have to restart. I look forward to Mondays, Because even if it is a stressful day, I go to piano and unwind, Stop thinking about school, And my brain goes in a whirl of music. When I do not have piano for a week, My week feels empty, It feels funny like if something was missing, And I never know why it is so difficult, To go a week without piano.
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