when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
Beautiful post :)
What a coincidence--I haven't been reading (or writing) blogs for ages, and popped on to see this poem. Just this afternoon I was in a group of some 70 female singers who recorded "i thank You God" set to original music in honor of a community friend. We sang with a strings/wind quartet.
What's with all the doodads across the poem? Hard to read!
@Marcheline -- thank you God for telling me! I'd uploaded that post from my phone and hadn't checked it. all fixed now. xx
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