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Shakespeare - the bard that says "if music be the food of love, play on--" |
"Boom cars?" I asks Myrtle. She tells me that's right. They're in her neighborhood too. But she says when you listen real close, those words aren't real nice anyway.
In Cloutierville, we don't have that nonsense cause that car that drove by was from Alexandria, one of those big cities where folks do most anything. But Granny here wonders why people like music that ain't and noise that just hurts their ears.
"That's the way things is goin." says Myrtle, and she has to repeat it again, cause that car drove by with that noise just thumpin' so I couldn't hear what she had to say.
When I gets off the phone, I turns to my Elmer and cuddles him close and whispers real soft, cause he hears every word that I say, just like he hears them on our radio too. "That feller Shakespeare
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