

Where could I make some loot
I didn’t playing the flute
That instrument was a brute,
The orchestra gave me the boot
Maybe I could gather fruit
Sell at a street fair booth
Alas my ideas not astute
It’s hard to give a hoot.
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Quadrille #219 – A Poetic Hootenanny
A cool poem Cheryl
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