Come now.
Gentle now.
Quiet now.
I'm seducing you.
You have a luster about you.
It comes from below.
Interesting.
Especially how you came about.
Can you see me playing the accordion?
Dick Durrand of Osceola, WI with his big buck tooth smile and potent coffee breath.
He plays the accordion.
I only saw him on Sunday mornings wearing his dark grey church suit.
When i felt ugly, he saw my beauty.
This old man would sneak up and put his arm around my shoulders after every church service.
It was as if I was his own daughter.
He enjoyed poking fun and would ask how many boys were "knocking on my doorstep this week?"
As a teenager there were few if any knockers.
But my eyes would role and i'd brush off Dick's comments.
He asked to play his accordion at my high school graduation.
Pink cheeked and embarrassed I declined, of course not knowing the instruments beauty.
He'd say, "Oh i know, I was just teasing about the accordion. Your friends would probably laugh and tease!"
Secretly I always wanted him to play me the accordion.
I pray Dick will be able to play for me one day, like he always asked to.
Maybe we could play together.
And then just maybe, it would be one of Dick Durrand's very own accordions that I play.
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