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Harbor Concert
There’s a choir down at the harbor whose occasional concerts are free, and the gulls and some terns, and a fisherman’s worms its audience likely will be. Foghorn’s the basso profundo, his deep voice booming the beat, while the tenor is sung from the great freighter’s lungs as they ride down the watery street. Altos are tugs in a hurry, crooning while working the bay. Sleek yachts trill soprano without a piano, accompanied by rhythmic waves. So come along now as we listen to songs that the harbor sings. We’ll sit on the rocks or dance on the docks as nautical melodies ring.
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