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The Trump(et)

He blew around his Trumpet, All day and all night Played no good tune Just a honky 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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