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Growing up, in my boyhood home
country music, was heard, especially on sunday, afternoons, and loudly throughout, our neighborhood, was well known
My dad, henry, he took very good care, of his every record
as hundreds and hundreds, of them were so neatly, and perfectly proudly stored
That was my dads, PRIZE--COLLECTION
Of country music songs and albums, of all, the old, artist, every one, , even farron young
As a boy, a country music singer and star, is what i wanted and dreamed to BE
To sing, a country ballad a song, that made people clap, and happy
Country music, songs rhythm, and rhyme
echo in our heart a melody that touches our heart for all time
By john d jungers
01--november--2016
country music, was heard, especially on sunday, afternoons, and loudly throughout, our neighborhood, was well known
My dad, henry, he took very good care, of his every record
as hundreds and hundreds, of them were so neatly, and perfectly proudly stored
That was my dads, PRIZE--COLLECTION
Of country music songs and albums, of all, the old, artist, every one, , even farron young
As a boy, a country music singer and star, is what i wanted and dreamed to BE
To sing, a country ballad a song, that made people clap, and happy
Country music, songs rhythm, and rhyme
echo in our heart a melody that touches our heart for all time
By john d jungers
01--november--2016
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Growing up in my boyhood home
Growing up in my boyhood home