Defacing the Construction

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Coming home in a cab and passing the site of Toronto's new Opera House, I remembered a little piece of graffiti I've been meaning to scrawl in felt tip across a poster or two on the boards surrounding it... something that hit me square between the eyes one silver-lit Sunday morning on the streetcar:

Operatic scale,
every note
a bill!

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