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April 17, 2005

Growing Up

The beautiful girl sat on the stage
Waiting for the place to quiet down.
She put her guitar in a comfortable spot
And as the noise lowered, she began to play.
Pluck went her fingers
Twang went the string
But no one noticed.
Her singing was slightly off
But her breasts made up for it
The nightclub owners liked her and her love
For they told her it was a requirement to perform
As she climbed upwards...
Alone in her room sat the small-chested girl
Giving concerts to the walls
Who, if they could, would reach out to hug her
For her music was like none heard before.
Long ago, she was the queen of the playground
Envied for her ability.
Now the crowd wants different toys
Masked in tradition.
So she sits alone at night
In the company of music...

Posted by BlueWolf on April 17, 2005 06:58 PM