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It was the best night of my life... after having come back from playing my fife, I was just working on my ligerature When I saw a distant figure. It approached me with a cold surrounding air, Beckoning me to join in its heir. I looked for its face, And saw the blessing of Charles Mingus's grace. He slowly walked up and whispered ever so quite, "Have you ever made a sacrifice for the Mingus ever so pliant?" I replied back: "I have not, I apologize for the lack." but unfortunately, it was not enough, So he grabbed me by the collar, ever so ruff, And told me tentatively, "I am the only God, I deserve only your worship attentively." So I bowed down to my controller, My holy Excalibur, The one who put me to sleep, The one who has come to reap.
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
A Mingus night out...
It was the best night of my life... after having come back from playing my fife, I was just working on my ligerature When I saw a distant figure. It approached me with a cold surrounding air, Beckoning me to join in its heir. I looked for its face, And saw the blessing of Charles Mingus's grace. He slowly walked up and whispered ever so quite, "Have you ever made a sacrifice for the Mingus ever so pliant?" I replied back: "I have not, I apologize for the lack." but unfortunately, it was not enough, So he grabbed me by the collar, ever so ruff, And told me tentatively, "I am the only God, I deserve only your worship attentively." So I bowed down to my controller, My holy Excalibur, The one who put me to sleep, The one who has come to reap.
Made for my savior Charles Mingus
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
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