The Bag Lady

Harry Belafonte recorded this song but I love this version of it as a video from “Beetlejuice”.

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The heavenly brew exceeded his expectations . He was doubtful at first about adding rum to his morning espresso but it had been “the week that was”!**

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It was registered for copyright on April 2, 1910. Its first recording, an Edison cylinder by tenor Arthur Clough, appeared 11 months later. This was followed by two more: the Columbia Quartet, released in November 1911, and a solo version by tenor George Wilton Ballard, a cylinder for the U S Everlasting company.

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This was the song my dad sang to my mother when courting. He played in a band on Saturday nights and my sisters and I would go to the family time. Each time before the band quit, he would step out—he played piano, banjo and fiddle—and the band would play this song and he would take her out to the floor to dance. It was the most romantic thing I ever observed as their daughter.

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She looked confused

Possibly perplexed

Could it be

She was vexed?

Nah, said fellow witch, it seems

The spell went wrong and now she’s hexed!

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Charged with holding a small mirrored medicine cabinet, my tiny hands were frozen in fear that I would drop it. I was a three year old sitting on an old truck seat moving to a new home.

The new home was a dairy farm full of delights even a three year old noted. It would be my home until I was fifteen years old. I still consider that farm my home.

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It might seem insignificant to most

But I have to boast

I have been and seen after his wean

A baby tiger at play in a stream.

As he started to plash

I thought I must dash

My camera to find—

The sight to bind.

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https://fivedotoh.com/2022/02/02/fowc-with-fandango-insignificant/?like_actor=102337606&like_hmac=742d2d433582cfaab9b79a24e536d43b&postid=66355&like=1&source=sub_email

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I stuffed my fists into my wool mittens, the cold always an impediment to my hardened arthritic fingers. A morning walk is my gift to myself. I lift my gaze to the grey sky, a freezing morning indeed, Mother Nature.

The crunch of snow and ice on the sidewalk under my boots made a robin jump aside but he returned shortly to pecking at the carrot nose on the snowman. The neighbor kids had tried to drench their downed trampoline to make a place to skate on and the weather was cooperating.

In a nearby alley, an older man than I decided to sit and warm by a metal trash barrel full of hot coals, which emitted warm smoke. He was one of many destitute since the plague had spread. I bought two coffees and handed him one. It follows that not many businesses were going to hire a guy like him, untrusting as everyone is these days. He then asked me to join him to warm my hands, as if I was a guest at his table.

Times were already hard and 2022 didn’t look like it would be much of an improvement for these displaced men.

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