with an ever changing melody
and lost songs become newly found treasures
old time hearts
beating to strangely syncopated old time rhythms
strings plucked on instruments made before i was born
songs written in the good old days of prohibition
and rolling up the carpet before cutting the rug
barn raising and howling at the full moon
even more georgia than i am
these are notes that make the cats meow
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| acrylic and ink by liz nance |
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