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Mar 2016
From the distance upon a mountain top
A horn bellows its sharp tune
For all to hear and all to stop
On a simple Tuesday afternoon.

Once more the horn makes its sound
It is as though it wants all to hear
If this fine tuned noise should go ignored,
The price to pay is feared.
written 3-7-16
Ryan Carney
Written by
Ryan Carney  Seekonk, MA
(Seekonk, MA)   
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   Bianca Reyes
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