Mama sing to me again,
The world is singing a bad, bad song
I need to hear your loving voice
So I can block out that hateful noise.
Mama please please sing to me again,
The world sings a chilly song.
Oh the warmth of your humming,
Will surely stop my heart from dying.
Mama I beg you please sing to me again,
The world is singing off-key,
If you would even mouth the words,
I am sure they would take out these barbs.
Mama, mama please sing to me again,
The world is singing a fake tune,
The song you sing is the only real one,
Its the only one.
Amare Poeta
Outside my mind 
Well, this shallower than usual. And get the punctuation right. Must be that off-key thingy you spoke off lately.
And yet the brevity wraps the message.
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Yeah the off key think and the cool app i downloaded on my phone and now i can blog from anywhere (insert hysterical laughter)!!!!!!. i will definately do some housekeeping.:) 🙂
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A good poem, though definitely not your best. I am drawn by its sentimentality.
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some housekeeping, is definately needed. this is what happens after writers ‘block’ i had something to say but i needed to ‘remove the clutter’. thanks for reading.
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Nice poem. I hope Mama is Mama Africa and her original ways.
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