talents.
just the dashboard,
the penny whistle,
the tapping of a foot.
i can't even snap
my fingers on my right hand.
i believe it's
a
neurological condition,
but i digress and drift.
i know the words
to the songs i love and
can sing them
loudly whether in the shower
or out.
and my dog approves, listen
to us howl.
i've got the vinyl,
the 8 tracks, the cd's,
the cassettes.
i've got spotify and pandora,
youtube
and nine other
venues that i have no clue
how to access. but somehow
they play. i sing, but no
banjo
or castanets.
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