The warden
Led a prisoner
Down the hallway
To his doom...
Merle Haggard's song "Sing me back home" has been stuck in my head for two days now. Mostly the first three lines above. I'm not even sure I've heard the song since I was a little girl.
Sometimes I get this effect when something is pending that gets my attention (such as the artist dies shortly after). But sometimes it's just a song, out of nowhere.
Do you ever wonder why that happens? What is going on inside us, that suddenly we are sparked into repeated reminders of some obscure energy we might not have thought of in years?
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