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At the old downtown Theater a curious group of performers appear after closing time , a little after sundown ! The pipes of the grand pipe ***** make the stage their own ...Large ones , tiny ones and gadgets the likes you've never ever known ! Instruments of various heights , shapes and sizes ! Teeny weeny flutes and big oboes answer and call ! Vox humanas sing like the choirs above , Rooga horns from old cars sound off , little blue birds twinkle lovely alms ! Wood Flutes tower sixteen feet high ! Brass trumpets heard from miles around , contra bassoons big enough to blow a man down ! The clap of wooden horses crossing covered bridges , antique telephones and drumhead switches ! Lovely diapasons lead the show , big burly Reeds make the stage their own !! The mops , buckets , brooms and dust pans dance as the entourage bellows , the music grows louder as the pipers come together ! As all the pipes blow a beautiful song , debonair Sir Console graciously invites you all to sing along !
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
After Hour Symphony
At the old downtown Theater a curious group of performers appear after closing time , a little after sundown ! The pipes of the grand pipe ***** make the stage their own ...Large ones , tiny ones and gadgets the likes you've never ever known ! Instruments of various heights , shapes and sizes ! Teeny weeny flutes and big oboes answer and call ! Vox humanas sing like the choirs above , Rooga horns from old cars sound off , little blue birds twinkle lovely alms ! Wood Flutes tower sixteen feet high ! Brass trumpets heard from miles around , contra bassoons big enough to blow a man down ! The clap of wooden horses crossing covered bridges , antique telephones and drumhead switches ! Lovely diapasons lead the show , big burly Reeds make the stage their own !! The mops , buckets , brooms and dust pans dance as the entourage bellows , the music grows louder as the pipers come together ! As all the pipes blow a beautiful song , debonair Sir Console graciously invites you all to sing along !
Copyright January 21 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
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