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Jun 2014
I wish to sing aloud, but
my voice does scares the
crowd. Instead of standing
close and clapping they run
away screaming, can I be
that bad.

I was wishing for a coin or
two, but I ended up with a
egg in my hat and I don't
know where they got it,
but a tin of tomato soup
whichΒ Β bounced off my
head, all I heard was BOO...

Some taped it on there phones,
on you tube I was found, what
you giving me a job, I felt so
proud.

Till I was told my voice would
be used to disperse crowds, they
paid me well, so what the hell.
I was singing for the crowd, but
now my voice is heard all over
the world, crowds do gather hear
me sing and run for cover.
Poetic T
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