I cannot see her being a troubadour
there's too much work to be done,
she only hangs around the fringes
lacking that inner feel,
once she sang the Worlds Requiem
but her interpretation lacked punch
had she the wherewithal needed?
Her jaded baggage indeterminate now
lugs her capered turn.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
I cannot see her being a troubadour
there's too much work to be done,
she only hangs around the fringes
lacking that inner feel,
once she sang the Worlds Requiem
but her interpretation lacked punch
had she the wherewithal needed?
Her jaded baggage indeterminate now
lugs her capered turn.
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