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I Played Viola And

First chair spotlight Prima donna given vibrato queen, mourn scorn and thumb-nose percussion. Passion can be shallow as a whippoorwill or deep as bass drum got on groove and the diva gets her tension roses like concrete thrown her statue. One day a fiddler kicked back and threw out the mightiest bluegrass God's earth ever smelled was good to be there. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ by me Nancy Jones for netteski's SOUND MADNESS the instrument is violin

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Date: 11/3/2011 4:33:00 PM
Congrats Nancy on a terrific win with this exciting piece on chosen instrument..luv.. very classy ...
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Date: 11/3/2011 10:24:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in Nette's "Sound Madness" contest Nancy. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/24/2011 1:39:00 AM
i admire those with musical talents. Prima donna, nice!
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Date: 10/15/2011 7:48:00 AM
I could hear your 'viola' Nancy.Nicely penned.A great entry for the contest.
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Date: 10/15/2011 6:59:00 AM
I like this a lot. I am the black hole of musical ability. I am so un-musical that if you have talent you lose it when you are around me.
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Date: 10/15/2011 3:15:00 AM
this is awesome, Nancy! It really captures the essence of your instrument and I love bluegrass.
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