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The sad parting of Whiskers and Joan

Go listen to a true artist:    / @joanarmatradingvideos   In the moon's soft glow, on cobblestone streets, Whisker Strings strummed his guitar, oh so sweet. His whiskers quivered, notes like fireflies, Echoing tales of rooftops and starry skies. I'm a troubadour cat, he'd sing to the moon, Chasing melodies, weaving dreams in tune. From alleyways to chimneys, my chords take flight, Whisker Strings, the feline minstrel of the night. Whisker Strings, whisker strings, Moonbeams and whispers, the magic it brings. In the quiet hours, when the city sleeps, I'll serenade the stars, secrets to keep. Joan Armatrading, with her soulful voice, Heard Whisker's song and made her choice. Cat, she said, your chords touch my heart, Let's write ballads together, never apart. Joan, Whisker replied, we're stardust and rhyme, In our feline duet, we'll transcend time. You'll sing, I'll strum, our notes intertwined, Whisker Strings and Joan—the cosmic kind. Whisker Strings, whisker strings, Moonbeams and whispers, the magic it brings. In the quiet hours, when the city sleeps, I'll serenade the stars, secrets to keep. They penned verses of moonlight and dew, Joan's lyrics danced, Whisker's chords true. Together, they painted constellations above, A symphony of whiskers, dreams, and love. And when fame found Joan, stadiums aglow, Whisker Strings retreated to rooftops below. Their paths diverged, but their echoes remained, In every midnight melody, their bond sustained. So listen closely, my friend, when the night sings, You might hear the ghostly strum of Whisker Strings, A troubadour cat, lost in moonlit delight, Whispering secrets to the stars each night.