It’s only when I’m comfortable that I’m uncomfortable,

My voice disparingly stern,

I sing in lower octave how

I yonder to ever learn.

In time I have tested and made a choice,

I preferred it not this way – I think

Before I knew I had a choice,

I lost it with a wink. Or blink.

Or returning now to louder song,

I wonder if it’s never gone,

We crow the average little guy in,

And here he lie to write a grin?

Lol. Poetry ~ for average little losers, no not, I disagree. I like the verb in common tense, at last I need not pee.


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