An Unsung Admiration is my Aspiration!
- is nothing wrong in these aspirations⁉
- How I'm unsung in my admiration⁉
- My song, a long drawn out itineration, err i mean a sequential enumeration. I made sense yet?
- No? A confusing confiscation, or profuse profusion of an excuse, of my case in point. A Derivation!
- I should be content, but am not, with my obtuse situation making... Framing the shape is waning!
- Tis' deliberative of my submissive limitation. I make no sense! i know! with my big word mumble rap insinuations!
- I'm wasting away! with mah brain cells, ok? Aim high! i tried! and spared no pains to reach the sky!
- err... reach a new standard! i demanded! it's due time, to self-reprimand!
- I still wonder why! you ask! you pry... sigh!