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THE COARSE CROONER

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The old balladeer sounds 
       like a tired man.
Under the wind of an 
       electric fan,
he blinks his bleary eyes 
       as fast as he can.


His breath reeks of tobacco 
       and stale rum.
As he hiccups through songs with 
       a coarse hum,
the drunken audience gossips 
       and chews gum.

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