Words and pictures from the author of the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries
So now Paul Simon is buzzing in my ear:Like the color of my skin,Or the day that I grow oldMy life is filled with Patterns,That can scarcely be controlled.
A much nicer earworm than the ones I have these days -- "Where is the first little duck? (Quack, quack)" is currently playing in my head.
The Dube Brothers LISTEN TO THE MUSIC is rattling around in my crown
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