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Oct162020

Eyes of the Bluest Skies

AuthorVelvet Snoutingdingle

I used to find songs in coffee shops. Now I find songs while my locked-down coffee pot is brewing. Funny how a cover of a song I've heard a thousand times can turn it on its head. There is poetry hidden in rock lyrics. Rare pearls in a lot of rough and barnacled oysters. This made me catch my breath.

Sweet Child o Mine by Jasmine Thompson. 

 

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