Coming and going like a great idea
the high notes soar, then crack, then settle down
and soar to ever new heights, rivalling
YouTube for it's best - or at least, in my
dream land, that's what I hope happens.
The nightmare? People sitting upstairs with
fingers in their ears exchanging looks
that ask me why I bother, and whatever made me think
that I could sing?
A contest entry
- Give me your best by condor.
2600 points, ended August 20, 192 entries
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Comments
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Loved it!
Witty and honest. Great combo.
This is a great write
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