by sending air through hollow bark
a trumpeteer with a trumpet
works a miracle that hums
and put to sleep the sorrow of many;
with the didgeridoos in hand
surrounded by a circle of dance
the aborigines of the land down under
carves a memory in unwritten notes of musical wonder.
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