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Temporarily wary

and eerily weary 

I wept quietly while

the banshees 

played banjos 

and the hobos 

played oboes 

and the bonobos

played with them

selves until salves 

were needed. The 

oboes screeching 

needed re-reeding

but the hobos were 

illiterate and literal 

and loitered in their 

litter until the finger

pickers packed up

the pecker pumpers

jumped up and the

whole damn band 

disbanded on a 

Saturday
night.