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Friday Night (Poem)

Rags and feathers, African Mask, shuffling across the street, shambling through the crowds. Finding its spot, sitting cross-legged, pulling an instrument from a knapsack. Alto Saxophone. Rag encased hands run through tuning exercises. Squeaks and squawks rumble forth from the … Continue reading

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