my word june whisked by didn't it and barely a bleeding thing done well some sitting on a bench listening to the tweety birds and the odd burst of carrot whispering but not a whole lot else frankly... oh and a fair bit of cooking up a quiet storm visiting come to think of it most especially mrs white and winsomes fresh from the fields go which couldn't be more just the my very thing... it's got this on it for starters and hearing new to these ears aretha is a marvelous treat even when the version i hum to myself somehow ends up with the string hook bit of i cry alone in it and something else i can't quite put my finger on but is very possibly something whitney... i know...
aretha franklin - one step ahead
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