Some are shrill and some whiny,
Some are deep and hoarse or smarmy.
Some sing, and others scream,
Some are lazy, some are keen.
Some are there to comfort and to reassure. Or there to ridicule and to exacerbate an emotional sore.
Mine are, mostly, the latter type.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
Some are shrill and some whiny,
Some are deep and hoarse or smarmy.
Some sing, and others scream,
Some are lazy, some are keen.
Some are there to comfort and to reassure. Or there to ridicule and to exacerbate an emotional sore.
Mine are, mostly, the latter type.
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