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We called ourselves the Heptcats known on the ice as rink rats Thomas, Don, Stephen, and me and the Gardner bothers three, Clark, Andrew, and Little Joe to the arena, we’d all go and shinny till supper’s call. By high school, shinny was lame us Heptcats sought music fame Tom on guitar, Don on drum Steve fiddle, Joe bass did strum Andy cornet, Clark trombone me on the accordion Kings of the Plains Polka scene. While some say seven brings luck fame’s fortune never us struck after school we moved away Tom and Don in new bands play Steve, Joe and Clark went to city More school for Andy and me Heptcats now forever gone.

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Date: 3/3/2021 8:54:00 AM
Those guys look yep to me, DW. Which one is you?
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Date: 3/14/2021 3:42:00 PM
Thanks Jan, I'm both all and none of the above. I was palying with seven line forms and it grew from teh first two lines.