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The infatigable undefeatable Maurice Brown Played the tuba down on First street. Freelanced. I saw him once spanking that *** On Mardi gras Long ago. I sent him a shot of Bourbon And a jack back then So admiring of his Oomph oomph bellow His large belly fit that brass So well. He was backbone of the street Musicians marching proud Through those streets lined With drunks pickpockets Ho's pimps and beggars three. All he cared about was that driving deep sound The shot brought him In the needle after Performing. I saw him last time ten years ago Asleep in the gutter down on brown street. Alone his tuba Gone.
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
Maurice the tuba man
The infatigable undefeatable Maurice Brown Played the tuba down on First street. Freelanced. I saw him once spanking that *** On Mardi gras Long ago. I sent him a shot of Bourbon And a jack back then So admiring of his Oomph oomph bellow His large belly fit that brass So well. He was backbone of the street Musicians marching proud Through those streets lined With drunks pickpockets Ho's pimps and beggars three. All he cared about was that driving deep sound The shot brought him In the needle after Performing. I saw him last time ten years ago Asleep in the gutter down on brown street. Alone his tuba Gone.
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
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