American Idol Poem by Holly Somer

American Idol



Thousands gather to be the next star
ome come close and others come far
They warm up day and night
Trying to over come their stage freight
Then when they step in the room their future is at stake
With every beath they take
Hoping to not go off key
Giving the judge something good to say
Getting the gold ticket would make it a better day

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