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Mar 2017
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)

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Kareshma
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