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 Sounds On Parade

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Sounds On Parade

Dreams of the Pied Piper with a hundred pipes a piping
His tunes bright and perky from the piping of the pipes.
A roomful of blindfolded monkeys on typewriters typing
Not producing a thing, they're just not the typing types...

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Out on the greensward, are many trumpeting trumpets
While my lady and I sit down to our tea and crumpets
Away from all the noise, while trumpets keep on blaring;
The line of trumpeters trying hard to keep their bearing...


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Piccolos are scattering notes down the shaded sidewalk.
Silver slide trombones oompa through their slidetalk....
And I wish you could hear the drums bringing up the rear,
Yes, me and my lady, we come here every year...........

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December 07, 2014








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