Seven Minor - One Hour Session

As Monday comes around,
and the clock reaches five-o-clock,
a sound is at the door.
It is a very familiar knock.
The instructor comes in,
and takes out her violin.
She set's the seventy-five minute timer,
as she and my neice starts to play D - Minor,
until her little fingers are sore.

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