"Somewhere over the rainbow..." 
She can't sing, you know. 
Can't sing a tinker's damn 
But she will sit in her 
Itty Bitty Honda
and sing her soul out 
when no one is watching. 
A karaoke of the self, 
audience of none? 
Audience of one. 
One hears her. 
One hears everything. 
And to her,
That
is all 
that matters.
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It's good to know someone somewhere is listening.
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