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Feb 2014
I have been singing, since a little girl.  My Mom would dress me up, and in my hair you would find a curl.
I remember at the age of twelve; I shocked everyone around.  When I sung my first solo, not one person made a sound.
The Minister ran fast as he could, to catch me at the door.  He wanted me to sing in the choir, and not to sit in the audience anymore.
I got the opportunity, to sing in the ****** Island twice.  Some of the Islanders, tried to get me to stay, for the rest of my life.
I've also sung in Canada, where the people were very kind.  They enjoyed the singing, as the songs gave peace to their mind.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
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Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
(United States)   
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