Hurray, another good memory flowing out of storage!
I stood there free from the tormentI could have shouted
but I didn't
I could have danced
but I didn't
I stood there
Knee deep in grass that grew wild
Loving the freedom
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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