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Just read Phoebe Snow passed away. Way too young. Sad. Thankfully, she did give us this.
A beloved, sweet poem of the soul.
April 26, 2011 in That's Life | Permalink
Boy does that song bring back memories.
April 26, 2011 at 11:52 AM
I know. I love this song so much.
Here's a question. Are the lyrics:
You're the poetry man, you make things all right
You're the poetry man, you make things all rhyme
I don't want to "lol" since I am mourning Phoebe Snow. But, seriously? It's not "you make things all rhyme" -- is it?!?! That's what a lyrics site said it was. And I refuse to believe it! (lol---respectfully)
blue girl |
April 26, 2011 at 12:01 PM
Talk to me some more
Because you are not a bore
You're the poetry man
You make things all rhyme
Say it ain't so!
blue girl |
April 26, 2011 at 12:10 PM
Rhyme and right rhyme if you squint hard enough.
April 26, 2011 at 02:21 PM
I always thought it was "you make things all right", but when looking it up, I see both. Rhyme sounds too cheesy.
April 27, 2011 at 07:18 AM
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