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In band
I played
The flute ~

A silver-plated
Flute
Whose paint
Was wearing away.

Why?

Because my parents
Were cheapskates...
And didn't care
Until I had

An allergic reaction.

I was
A terrible
flautist.

My mouth
Wasn't formed
To the flute.

My fingers
Were too short
To cover the holes.

And all
I could
Think about

Was jammin'
On a saxophone 🎷

The way
My grandmother did
Before me...


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By Midnight Sunne


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