A boy who sings like a man

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What he did not know


It was his preoccupation, curiously,

That was his undoing. Vicariously,

It kept him from his occupation,

He only knew his dissatisfaction.

It was his knack for comely interaction.

What he wanted was his distraction.

Listen to him and them sing the beat sound turned down low.