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Musical Menu

The orchestra was the menu,
Stuck with noisome guests;
The nonchalant crowd satanically
Called to their heads and minds,
Innovating practices of the sport
We call now entertaining.

This was a parade of some view,
The panorama sent a trillion attempts;
Like the ones who delivered, rejuvenated

From the revolutionary times.
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