I suppose I’ll go to my grave never hearing “brown-eyed” without adding “girl.” I was twenty-one when the song came out, but my dad was perfectly happy to sing it to me anyway. On the other hand, I never hear “black-eyed” without adding “Susan.” Isn’t it funny, how words and memories get tangled up?
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Love it!
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I suppose I’ll go to my grave never hearing “brown-eyed” without adding “girl.” I was twenty-one when the song came out, but my dad was perfectly happy to sing it to me anyway. On the other hand, I never hear “black-eyed” without adding “Susan.” Isn’t it funny, how words and memories get tangled up?
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indeed! tangled!
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Love the poem!
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One of my favorite flowers and posts!
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🙂 Cheerful pinwheels reflecting the summer sun!
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Wonderful!!
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Reblogged this on Voices and Visions.
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Yes, she does, Catherine! 🙂
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Very beautiful photo!
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Thank you for that.
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🙂
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