Band of Brass

Posted on June 18, 2016 by | Leave a comment

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I placed a brass band upon her finger.

“You know I don’t like brass bands!” she howled.

So I asked them all to leave
Or play some grunge
Or both
But not necessarily in that order.

So they did.

 

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