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In the home of Mozart
quartets of mothers
spin symphonies of gossip
while their little ones play
pizzicato piccolos
with their shrieks.

The footsteps of the rumpled ragged crones
carry the beat
amplified by the weight
of their innumerable
baskets of sustenance.

Elfish faced girls flit about to the music
in an unnoticed ballet.
Every movement a banner of
their lithe and untroubled youth.