I, too, sing America
The melody is quiet but still passes my lips
I am the elusive ingenue
The restless whisper of a wood nymph
You can hardly tell I'm there
Waiting quietly in my shell
For the right moment to emerge.
Absolutely Amazing and close to, if not breathtaking...You're good, girl! ! Take Care! !
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