Do you have an instrument
Do you practice every day
Is it a passion
How well can you play?
Over here they play the didgeridoo,
An ancient haunting sound.
Wind, string, percussion, brings glory to the crowd.
Me; I can't play anything.
So I have to sing.
I can sing out of tune,
And clap out of beat,
Can do it sitting, laying,
Or standing on my feet.
To others my instrument
Sounds on the nose.
But I can do it by myself,
No one needs to know.
I enjoy lots of different music,
But a song throughout the day
When it's new, when it's fresh
Blows my mind away.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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A true aficionado that’s also humble yet digs in sure to not let irrelevant shortcomings detract from the glory that is melodic orchestration.
Something like that!
Dig!
I got me violin out - screech screech! lol.
We could start a duo.
Need a name? I am thinking, the terribles or maybe the untouchables?
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