by Phil Huffy
For hands not quite the ablest,
and voices not that strong,
there comes the perfect moment,
a time for simple song.
While fretting in the shadows,
the ones who don’t belong
may dress for the occasion
to play their simple song.
With failures unattended
and hopeful plans gone wrong
success is that much sweeter
for those of simple song.
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Phil Huffy writes early and often at his kitchen table while casting a wide net as to form and substance. In the past few years, his work has appeared in over one hundred journals, both online and in print. He has published three collections, one of which, Magic Words, is also available as an audiobook.
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