OR I never write another verse
I would be sad
Cos it's bad
to waste God' giften talent
God's talent misplaced
It's acceptable
God's talent wasted
Unforgiveable
This WedNURSEday April 6, 2011 I feel I've knot yet risen to the peak of my versifying
I await that day when I can pen words that flow
With Love
sadness
gladness
badness
Ala Wednesday's Child
Born Free
Walk Away...
IF I can't create beaut lines of my own
I can borrow
Today's another that sort of die
It's okay, it's stealin' from one of my faves
Matt Monro's...:):):):):):):)
In my heyday
Young girls wrote to me
Everybody seemed to have time to devote to me
Everyone I saw all swore they knew me
Once upon a song
Main attraction, couldn't buy a seat
The celebrity celebrities were dying to meet
I've had every accolade bestowed on me
And so you see
If I never sing another song
It shouldn't bother me
I've had my share of fame
You know my name
If I never sing another song
Or take another bow
I would get by, but I'm not sure how
Always posing, but you love it all
Though you have to learn to act like you're above it all
Everything I did the world applauded
Once upon a star
Framed citations, hung on every wall
Got a scrapbook full of quotes I can't recall at all
There were times I felt the world belonged to me
And so you see
If I never sing another song
It shouldn't bother me
I've had my share of fame
You know my name
If I never sing another song
Or take another bow
I would get by, but I'm not sure how
la la la la la la la la-la . . .
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