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"The Brass Plaque"
  An ancient golden hue of sorrowHaunts my yesterday's tomorrow.My pilfered time yet still on borrowThe Brass Plaque.
I See Instruments Singing
I see instruments singing, the noise of the universe,
The Suite of Instruments
The time has come for a suite,Humbling and sweet.Eternity awaits for those of us,Standing on destiny’s edge.  
Trumpet
My grandfather's smile leads me forever
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