Music

it plays softly the beat is like a wave rolling through the air i sing with it as softly as i can mother yells to turn it down, at a level i can't even hear i tell her its not loud she continues to yell i love this sound i want to be able to hear it if it disappears, i wont be able to bear it

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James Fraser

Date: 7/2/2010 5:11:00 PM

It's a learning curve as we listen and grow, we can become Anarchy, even in our home. When we are at that age to close our eyes, it's all against us and we tend to despise. But the truth follows as we were told in our past, the clever in Anarchy, they just never last. Pride and respect are round our corners of life, it's the clever who learn, and look back on their strife. Look to you future, for there will come a day, you'll remember that track, go for it re-play >> James

Marie Harrison

Date: 6/22/2010 11:02:00 PM

Love this one! Cute.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 6/18/2010 10:53:00 AM

what a buzz kill to be listening to a favorite song and then mother comes along and complains on the volume, enjoyed your write ...P.D.

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 6/18/2010 9:21:00 AM

Enjoyed your thoughts on nice music