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He keeps a flute in his boot. Plays it for strangers, listens for little crashes of loot. Sleeps on a stone bench near the ocean. Sometimes he gets drunk , hollers, causes commotion. Some days he ***** about in his loose oversized castoff suit looking as if he might fly or cry when the sun shines blindness across his two *** eyes. Passersby know not that once he brought the house down with Ellington in a jazzy joint in Harlem town.
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
THE MUSICAL BEGGAR
He keeps a flute in his boot. Plays it for strangers, listens for little crashes of loot. Sleeps on a stone bench near the ocean. Sometimes he gets drunk , hollers, causes commotion. Some days he ***** about in his loose oversized castoff suit looking as if he might fly or cry when the sun shines blindness across his two *** eyes. Passersby know not that once he brought the house down with Ellington in a jazzy joint in Harlem town.
ronald-jones
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
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