The Singer

I Love to have my freedom, and Its music that I chose I love to play the guitar and the songs that I compose I'll sing for all the people; both the friendly and the foes I have a lot of fans and day by day the number grows.

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William Kershaw

Date: 7/10/2009 4:37:00 PM

Crystal, Where did you go? Haven't seen you for days and days!! Hope this finds you well and that you come back to the soup soon. I still like this one a lot. Tour devoted, Will

James Fraser

Date: 6/20/2009 10:57:00 AM

A lovely write Crystal, and i bet your very good on the guitar>>James

Adeleke Adeite

Date: 6/12/2009 7:32:00 AM

please talk to me, go to the chat menu... i can see you are online

William Kershaw

Date: 6/11/2009 11:38:00 PM

Crystal, Please count me as one of your fans! Now if I could only figure out a way to hear you play? I,ll keep working at it. Devotedly,Will

L'Nass Shango

Date: 6/11/2009 12:49:00 PM

Great write ... just let me hear you play now, and I will learn to write as free as you just for you to sing and play. Bravo!

John Rhinem

Date: 6/11/2009 9:34:00 AM

Ps. What type(s) of music do You favor; do You play?~"Have A Very Beautiful Day!!":) ~

John Rhinem

Date: 6/11/2009 9:32:00 AM

Again, a snapshot of a bit of Your life, which seems to be of great importance perhaps....Music is a wonderful binder of lifes and souls~So I would venture to say, that You have chosen medium towards such a thing within Your life! And one can only wish You the very best, in prospering within this art of a piece of Your heart and souls passion and love!!:)~Smile, I love music too! Again, "Much Love & Warmth To You & Your Loves, Always, John!!:) Bye ~

Adeleke Adeite

Date: 6/11/2009 8:48:00 AM

Hmm, I can’t wait to see you win the Grammies with your lovely rhymes and rhapsodies; I can’t wait to hear you sing for me, I can’t wait to have you wake me with your melodies on our bed. Sing to the stars, let the sparrows dance, thrill you fans from France, they will forget about distance, you got the chance let’s do the dance. I love you baby. Keep writing, sing to the heavens that you are a star.Let your pen do more of this, I want to read more