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Jan 2016
Melodies that elicit tears. Notes of sorrow from the keyboard of an old piano. In smoky bar rooms and dimly lit cocktail lounges, people with broken hearts come to drown their sorrows and listen to a crooner sing about their misery. A lonely lady or a sad gentleman will frequent the haunted halls of broken hearts. Listening to a melody played out a thousand times and waiting to be played a thousand more. The sad song of loneliness will play as they attempt to drink their sorrows away to this old familiar tune.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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