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by John Wayne Seybold (Brazil 196668) | ||||||||||||||||
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on Mandolin at his school reunion, for the lads, he says, that put laughter and poetry in his soul in their roarin days when Sarah ODonnell was liftin him out of his shoes with her smile. He charged life down to their bones with his guitar, they all said so. His voice charms sweet butter from the cow, and folks ask why he doesnt promote himself and go for the bigtime. No, he says, I sing where the love is. Wherever he goes they ask for his Hands o Gold. And Dannys voice was smooth that night. |
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Jack Seybold recently retired after thirty-six years of teaching not counting his service on the Brazils Amazon River where he was a Volunteer, and where, he writes, I spent my honeymoon with my wife Sarah. |
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