It's no secret, I can't sing. Ask my family if you think I jest. Even our dog who loved me ran away whenever I belted out in full glory.
Well, no matter. I still sing. And I make up my own words, too. For instance, my newest song, sung to the tune of Paperback Writer is I'm a Picture Book Writer. Can't seem to get that tune out of my head. So here I sit singing...wait...I think I hear applause or is that thunder? WOW! The heavens are clapping. I knew it! And the trees are swaying. They love my voice. Or, do you think it's possible that Mother Nature doesn't appreciate my voice? This storm looks, um, rather wicked.
Gotta go close the windows and hunker down. Later.
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