love is a many splendored thing
i am in no way implying i am in love, unless you can be in love with an idea, in which case… ANYHOW i just heard someone whistling outside my window and though it didn’t sound the same, it reminded me of my grandpa whistling that weird 1950s song with the orchestra and the chorus of girls singing. there’s a term for that particular era of music, but i don’t know it. all i know is it was one of about 6 songs my grandpa would whistle or sing. what, didn’t your grandparents sing old songs to you?
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