When I was not yet a grown up, my dad would come home after work, switch on the organ, and play "A Whiter Shade Of Pale". I dint learn to appreciate it then bc it was always this song. Fast forward to present. Whenever this song is played, my thots automatically float back to the image of a young and charming dad playing the organ. Those were the days.
See if you could spot any ladies wearing a ring of gold bangles on their wrists while soliciting customers to purchase their fresh produce.
posted by Glass Slippers @ 11:27 AM
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