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It is what's it, an o'dourves  on melody, ears tuned to, Again, again...again... Beethoven or Mozart timbers threads strings dances on eardums philharmonic, Building To sUch AN END!!!! a pause, reposing low, resolving, getting all the orchestra and Audience ready for: a little french horn, then flute... tympanic growing Violins again strumming. A trill from a clarinet, a bass drum beating, filling the lawn so full, every soul on a last leg waiting for the ******** END!!!.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
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It is what's it, an o'dourves  on melody, ears tuned to, Again, again...again... Beethoven or Mozart timbers threads strings dances on eardums philharmonic, Building To sUch AN END!!!! a pause, reposing low, resolving, getting all the orchestra and Audience ready for: a little french horn, then flute... tympanic growing Violins again strumming. A trill from a clarinet, a bass drum beating, filling the lawn so full, every soul on a last leg waiting for the ******** END!!!.
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Nov 12, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
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