About Me

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I am the Flower Child who is twirling in a skirt on a fields of clouds, it's the Sixties and every time I exhale creativity is born. I am filled with an unfulfillable itch, a need to revolt- it's the Nineties and my painted on face is smudged and tired, cover me up in a flannel shirt - Do I smell like teen spirit? I am shaking with nerves, arias and trills running through my mind, call me Tosca, call me the Queen of the Night, make me more able to give than receive.
I am smiling as my fingers brush steel strings, a song floats through my mind and my mouth opens to sing - musical revolutions, it doesn't matter which era, construct create preform , listen and become. I am dancing carelessly to the invisible which drives my blue jean baby to greater heights - notes touch my ear and I am there, notes fall from my lips and I am home.

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I wrote this little poem for the about me section on one facebook/myspace/whatever things

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