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[sid] => 180155
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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Can’t Sing
[time] => 2014-12-28 14:19:58
[hometext] => A music lesson.
[bodytext] => There’s music in my mind; And rhythm in these feet; For songs of every kind; I can’t resist the beat. The lyrics are confusing; (A desert horse unnamed?) But like these words I’m choosing; The music must be framed. I hum songs in the shower; I bellow in my car; Gone are all the flowers; I pick on my guitar. I figured I was pretty good; At baying at the moon; If only I’d an audience; I’d be a star by noon! I joined a choir one summer night; They put me way in back; Cause teacher played the black and whites; And I sang in the cracks. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 248 [topic] => 7 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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