T PERFORMER

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T PERFORMER
They get off. They get on.
All day. Stopping at night, beginning at dawn.
The bells ring. I sing my songs
I try to be strong. The day goes along.
People one their way.
The music I play.
I have a box of CDs.
Do they see?
A tip jar. I want to go far.
The people come. They go.
Do they know?

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