Here are a recent two sentences:
"He said it was an animal. Ain't no animal I ever heard tell of do that to a man."
Reading has taken quite a beating lately. I'm not sure why. I love to read. It's seems these day, despite the lengthy daylight and me getting up between 5 a.m. and 5:30 a.m., there isn't enough time. I hope that changes soon.
Yesterday I picked up the guitar after letting it sit idle for much too long. It wasn't keen to be tuned right away and I ended up playing it until it decided that tuned was better.
I don't have much of an ear for music so an instrument has to be way out of sorts for me to notice. Yesterday, I noticed.
Here are two lines from the song Long, Long Ago by T. H. Bayly I played once the strings got sorted out properly:
"Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, "
If you're curious, or can't place the tune, here's how it should sound.
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