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Sunday, January 15, 2023
Ringers
I sped with shredded fingers
The ringing echo lingers
Sometimes even into the next day
But despite the dead spots
From having crusty pots
We crude rambunctious singers
Turned out to be bringers
Of joy, through music we robustly play.
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