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.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too (just not in close proximity to each other at this time).
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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.