The second opportunity.
The second chance.
This is everything I dreamed of.
Don't trip once again.
Just play the notes and go.
This is the only thing I love.
Thirteen is the number.
Four will be accepted.
I have a little less than a forth of a shot.
This is the central regional competition.
Requiring scales, etudes, and sight reading.
I have to be directly on the dot.
Try outs are on Saturday morning.
This is Thursday night.
I took Nightquile to help my cough and sleep.
Maybe this will also help my eye twiching.
I need to rest my nerves.
Please let me meditate within the deep.
Please tell me what you think
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drugS? hmm well, is this in a contest or something? Are you doing the drugs? no jk. nice poem for if you were wanting someonthing on drugs
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ok. drug useage is a little much! but i hope you won the contest! also i'm suprised that you could write a whole poem on musical competintions! good job tho.
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