Repeating
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My day{s} are like repeat records. Maybe yours are too. I used to listen to my parents' records. The turn-table was much my friend when I was a young. I would listen to the songs over and over, writing down their words, painstakingly, only a few at a time. There were no lyric look up apps, like now.
I didn't know my generations' music was different then my parents. Theirs was all I had & all I knew, and I thought it was great! Dolly Parton, the Bee Gees. The Beatles and Kenny Rogers. {Blah hahaahaaaa}
There was no certain genre', just songs.
I looked forward to repeating them. I loved the different tempos & I yearned to know every word and note. I'd study and memorize...and then I would sing my little heart out!
Fast forward to now, and my children are like those well worn records. Repeating daily, each with a different tempo, I'm yearning to know their rhythm and their words. And as I learn them, I'm singing them, man I'm singing.
From me to you w love, M
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