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Mr. tanner was a cleaner a town in the Midwest
And of all the shops around he'd made his the best
But he was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes
He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local
His friends and neighbors the voice
That poured out from his
They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning

But music was his life, it was not his
And it him feel so happy and it made him feel so good
And he sang his heart and he sang from his soul
He did not know how well he sang, it made him whole

His friends working on him to try music out full time
A big and rave reviews, a great career to climb
Finally they got to him, he would the fling
A agent in New York agreed to have him sing
And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to the hall
It took most of his savings but he gladly used all

But was his life, it was not his livelihood
And it him feel so happy and it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his
He did not know how well he sang, it just made him

The evening came, he the stage, his face set in a smile
And in the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the
But the concert was a to him, spatters of applause
He did not know how well he sang, he heard the flaws
But the critics were concise, it only four lines
But no one could accuse them of over kind

"Mr. Martin Tanner, baritone of Dayton,
Made his town hall debut last
Be came well prepared, but unfortunately his
Was not up to contemporary professional
His voice lacks the range of color
to make it consistently interesting

Full time consideration of another endeavor be in order"

He came to Dayton and was questioned by his friends
Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang
Excepting late at night when the shop was dark and closed
He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the

Music was his life, it was not his
And it made him feel so happy, it made him so good
And he sang his heart and he sang from his soul
And he did not how well he sang, it just made him whole