THE PROSTATE BLUES I used to always shoot, Now I can only dribble. I used to eat five course meals, Now I can only nibble. Once I wrote long essays, Now I can only scribble. I hate to share the news, But I’ve got the Prostate Blues. I once was Mr. Bombastic, Now I’m more…
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Seventies Music
For me it started as vibrations in the womb. On no day from the point of conception to the day of my birth was I not immersed in it. Every day I attended a concert, melody and rhythm bathing me as much as the amniotic fluid I floated in, blissfully aware of the magic that flowed from the spirit carrying me.
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