Today in pobble I done the sick sentences .

The Piano used to be so bright and crisp clean. It was a metallic black and a vanilla golden trim. It used to look so ready to be controlled by the tall man in the black and white tuxedo suit (The Head Of Music) . That is no longer a thing in the human knowledge. Now it looks like it cant be played at all and it looks as if it has a soul, a soul so blue that it could not even be touched. It is ever so rusty , dusty , musty murky and has moss and mold on the keys and peddles , Nobody wants to touch it let alone play it. It is ever so sad that its left in the old storage room inside the church hallway ...