There's that song.
All along I've held this animous,
an anonymous dislike for its root
that burrows into every furrow
of gray matter. Mad as a hatter
and twice as worn. I was not born
to listen incessantly to this melody.
And just when it appears to disappear,
I hear it. There's that song.
Some songs are like that.They go around and around in your brain and drive you crazy.
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Good summary of the trials of tunes: For me it's Laudate Dominum that I'm starting to loathe.
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