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Played A Calliope
The ghost of Johnny Cash had just Walked the Line. The year was 2003. Mr. Rogers no longer lived in the neighborhood, and no one sat beneath the apple tree. But I was still singing, "California Dreamin'." The winds played a calliope, and my lips sang John Lennon's "Imagine." Where have all the flowers gone in my "America the Beautiful?
Published 9th Nov 2021
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