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Ode To Sixty-Seven
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richard2
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Monday, 9th January 2012 @ 10:15:04 AM in AEST
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Ode To Sixty-Seven
In the middle
of the war
To rid the world
Of wicked men,
In the cold
December of forty three,
On a farm in Illinois
I was ushered in.
My daddy
Took his fiddle and his bow,
Played a tune
With Sally and Old Joe,
danced around the turkeys and their straw,
Kissed his darling and the me
And it was time to go
And feed the hogs.
And there, my friends,
Dances all my difference
(December 2010)
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Re: Ode To Sixty-Seven
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by emystar on
Monday, 9th January 2012 @ 10:49:02 AM AEST
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Very beautiful memory, I'm sure.
awesome writing.
blessings,
emy |
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Re: Ode To Sixty-Seven
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by girish on
Tuesday, 10th January 2012 @ 02:22:16 AM AEST
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| I love music of those years that are gone by. nice of remembering your times of those days. |
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