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Post by Don Schaeffer on Aug 4, 2009 20:55:32 GMT -5
The little songs that occur to me as I do my chores become dream songs I break them and contemplate each measure. They come from holy memory, a place of worship. They are small angels, locked into what remains of me nothing but a string of old breaths.
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Post by Bernard Alain on Aug 6, 2009 19:54:50 GMT -5
I like this Don, definitely gallery material, very impressive, touching on the more subliminal aspect of a religious upbringing maybe, just another melody eh
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Aug 7, 2009 4:29:02 GMT -5
Thank you Bernie.
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