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Voices In My Head

Inexplicably silent in choir being unusually quiet not a word from me was heard neither spoken nor sung so as not to cause a riot when jibes bad vibes at me were slung and I was asked, 'Cat got your tongue?' I replied, 'Here's the thing, really and truly, I cannot sing, it's been this way for all my years, whatever it is I appear to hear, and between my ears to me audibly sits, tho' quite right there, when on the tongue's tip, it's not the same music my mouth emits.'

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