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Jun 2014
Oh, I can laugh and I can sing
  and I can scream and shout,
        but when I try to whistle,
                the whistle won't come out.

I shape my lips the proper way,
I make them small and round,
but when I blow, just air comes out,
there is no whistling sound

But I'll keep trying very hard
to whistle loud and clear,
and someday soon I'll whistle tunes
for everyone to hear.
nikiahevans
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nikiahevans  san diego,ca
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