I’m singing my own song
And I’m writing it too
Sometimes I’m brilliant
And sometimes it’s poo
I don’t care for noise
But the sound of a song
Country, pop or jazz
It just can’t be wrong
Classical notes form
A bridge for the ear
All other music
Began I think here
The song I am writing
Is dear to my heart
It helps me to focus
And where next to start
My past in a word
It simply was great
Love and adventure
Full was my slate
My song is not finished
I have years still to write
Experiences to live
The future is brigh
Beautiful sketch and equivalently amazing poem.
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Thank you!
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Sometimes (often, Id say) you’re brilliant
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Wow! Thank you so much.
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Hear Hear! 😀
And love your doggie sketch 🙂
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Thanks!
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🙂
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That you singing in the rain again Pam? 😀
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Yep! I needed a wash . . .
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lol… 😀
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Lovely, Pam! Poem and sketch. Is that a setter or a spaniel? So cute.
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Thanks Donna. It is a cocker spaniel. It was a very long time ago.
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He’s beautiful.
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