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He blew around his Trumpet, All day and all night Played no good tune Just a ***** sound The workers complained The women complained The dark complained The blind complained Stop blowing this thing, You'll never win a Grammy! Months later, A crowd clapped to a Grammy winner, A man and his silly Trump(et) Popular vote it was
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
The Trump(et)
He blew around his Trumpet, All day and all night Played no good tune Just a ***** sound The workers complained The women complained The dark complained The blind complained Stop blowing this thing, You'll never win a Grammy! Months later, A crowd clapped to a Grammy winner, A man and his silly Trump(et) Popular vote it was
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
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