Singing
I sit here pandering
among the crowds.
loud renditions of
my relatives who may
join with me in set.
singing
steely eyed blindness
accompany us.
banjo displays
it's well tuned melodies.
violin always is with me.
I have my spot between
a rock and a hard place.
facing the range of our performance.
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