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The Rocked Singer

still feels queasy about crowd temper even as a jaded, seasoned pub singer, sincerely booed or jokingly applauded, either statement hurts, cruelly loaded; feeling like a winner on a losing streak, liking the feel of fleeting fame, its ache, grateful for sober jeers, drunken cheers, jolly hecklers and cheerers quaffing beers!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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