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I have always wanted one talent

A prowess I love above all

A thing that I covet with envy

A skill that has held me in thrall

Whenever I hear a good singer

It gives my poor heart such a lift

It’s my hopeless dream to be able

To share with the world such a gift

I’m hooked on the groovy old crooners

Grew up with that seventies glow

The honeyed and syrupy ballads

The King of Schmaltz peak Manilow

I’ve sung unrestrained in the shower

Or when I’m alone on long walks

My car is now often my Broadway

So no one must suffer my squawks

But nothing will stop me from singing!

I’ll sing out my lungs til I’m dead

Belting out tunes with abandon

To thunderous applause in my head!

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