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Talent
I should tell you before I begin I don’t have any talent. When I sing, I sound like a parrot, on my toes, I cannot balance. But I’ve a story to tell, if you’ll listen for a while. It’s a story, I think, that will make you smile. When I was a little girl my mama said to me, “You’re going to be a singer, you’ll even hit high C.” No matter how hard I tried I simply couldn’t do it, every time I opened my big fat mouth I blew it I wanted to sing like an angel but I knew I’d never make it. Mama said that if’ I didn’t, she’d grab my neck and break it. So I practiced half my life away, till mama said, ”We 'll try ballet.” It really hurts to make this confession, the dance teacher changed her profession. When I was only ten years old my outgrown shoes fit granny, and when I tried a graceful leap I fell right on my fanny. So Mama bought a piano and said I must learn to play. She dreamed of listening to my recital someday. But what mama didn’t figure about her precious creation, was my short fat fingers and my lack of coordination. So I grew up to be a writer What else could I do? and what 're my children doing - voice lessons, piano, and ballet too.
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