Defenseless teeth feel like they are abut to shatter. The crescendo of the trumpet playing shrill excuse for the right note brings blood to the edges of my ears. Birds rattled by the electrifying noise bare their tail feathers leaving for land of milk and honey. The gravity of lack of talent starts to weight against the monetary gain.
Very good!
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Thank you my dear. 😀
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Sounds jarring. I like the ‘crescendo of the trumpet’.
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Rather jarring. I was one of those kids so skilled at the trumpet, I was given a tuba instead. It was bigger than I was at the time.😉
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😃
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Let’s join the birds.
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They usually have a better sense of things than we do
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