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| Photo courtesy of Sharena Williams Photography |
The spotlight upon me, as my gaze sweeps the crowd, they gasp and they sigh as I sing this lullaby. My soul fills with happiness as I bring them such joy, upon the wings of their cheering, my voice it doth soar. It soars to the heavens, for angels to hear, their wings which may falter, is that which I fear. And yet it continues, the melody of my soul, as I lick the last of the icing, from the rim of this bowl.
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