This sort of music takes me back to my misspent youth and my father playing for country dances, while I slept the night away on a couple of school benches over against the wall... Sometimes, we didn't go home until it was getting light in the east, and the new day was well on its way.
Friday, October 31, 2014
A little fiddle, Begorrah...
This sort of music takes me back to my misspent youth and my father playing for country dances, while I slept the night away on a couple of school benches over against the wall... Sometimes, we didn't go home until it was getting light in the east, and the new day was well on its way.
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