Listen for the strident chorus,
And story told by many.
Hear the clamoring of men.
Vociferous cacophony.
The tune they play is raucous,
Dissonant chords abound.
If you listen you can hear,
Secrets whispered all around.
Rumpus filled with whimsy,
Melodies and symphony,
Shouting twined with singing,
Racket full of energy.
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