When my father sang small birds passed out. The man, as they say, had a tin ear. But his joy was marvelous and the dogs loved his shenanigans. I can still see him now, making the crockery jump.
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Dad and the Dogs
When my father sang small birds passed out. The man, as they say, had a tin ear. But his joy was marvelous and the dogs loved his shenanigans. I can still see him now, making the crockery jump.
Planet of the Blind 