Your neck is already craned as far as it can go,
your head pushed forward.
Even your eyebrows reach for it,
but it still doesn’t catch that damn note.
Forget it.
It’s gone.
Your neck is already craned as far as it can go,
your head pushed forward.
Even your eyebrows reach for it,
but it still doesn’t catch that damn note.
Forget it.
It’s gone.
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Even your eyebrows reach for it? I can see this one! 🙂 *huge grin*
As a choral director I see this all the time. It’s quite funny, really.