string, keeping the 1st and 4th fingers planted.
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The minstrel in the gallery
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looked down upon the smiling faces.
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between the old men's cackle.
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He brewed a song of love and hatred -
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oblique suggestions and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin eaters -
static-humming panel-beaters -
freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
(salaried and collar-scrubbing).
He titillated men-of-action -
belly warming, hands still rubbing
on the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering,
infant-bleating one-line jokers -
T.V. documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players -
family-scarred and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the the stage
and he looked at all
the friends he'd made.
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