We skipped a light fandango . . .
Politics are so ugly right now that I need to wrap in a cocoon of music. I've chosen this young man to warm my cold heart, and remind me that art is, above all, a healing thing:
Oh, and he's 13 years old. Who know what he might do when he, you know, grows up.
Oh, and he's 13 years old. Who know what he might do when he, you know, grows up.
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