Old Folkie

I Was Just Thinking

What better audition for the heavenly band

than dying mid-song with guitar still in hand?

All the music you sang all those years to the sky

now rains down upon us—good songs never die . . .

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 By The Whimsical Writer/Mom/Library Lady Ruth Lee

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