Long song days –

And others just like yesterday, he had forthcoming Millennium days
Decided to switch on a listen light, take in a Gaelic waulking song for a Confederate Yankee, Woody Guthrie on his headphones
He was working on a back-to-back with 1939, living in 1969, forgetting it was 1999, and all of this was for his master, and all of this for his days ahead, muster.

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