RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Music from childhood being played and sung,
reminded me of the same record I had back then.
Playing it repeatedly, every single day, with
Dad being tired of hearing it.
We had to keep listening to it's tones because
of it's staccato beat throughout.
A wonderful epic of childhood joy found in a
record filled with the music of the past.
Bringing yesterday into realms of now just by
hearing it's self-same words.
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