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Apr 2017
Every town has a main street.
Some Short and some long.
But in this town on main street
We once saw clowns.
They dance and ran around as they went up the main street.
We saw the bands coming from all around.
Play a Yankee doodle tune.
All the way downs our main street.
No more do we hears that band.
For in some towns, they have forgotten the good times on our main streets
U.S.A
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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