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When lyrics that you haven't heard For maybe forty years Come pouring out from deep inside There might just be some tears. For hearing Graham Nash last night, Nostalgia reigned supreme And I was back in college (Like we all were, it did seem). I mouthed the words to "Bus Stop," But when "Our House" came around, I sang along, as asked to, With a joy that did abound. Like filings, we, the audience, Were drawn into the pull Of Nash, the band and venue,* Where the sound was rich and full. There's magic to be made, for sure, When past and present meld And release some secrets we forgot That we had tightly held. *Chautauqua Auditorium - Boulder, Colorado

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Date: 9/29/2018 8:46:00 PM
You're a cool ole chick ilene. Nuff said. :)
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Date: 9/27/2018 11:13:00 AM
So nicely expressed, Ilene. So true, and so poignant. Best wishes, Gershon
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Date: 9/26/2018 4:48:00 PM
Reminds me of an Earl Thomas Conley concert my wife and I went to a few years ago. I found it hard to believe I was almost in tears at hearing all the old favorite songs! Well written my friend!.................pat
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Date: 9/25/2018 4:00:00 PM
Once I saw David Crosby at Brooklyn College and there were only about 9 or ten members of the audience. Your poem brings back memories to me. CSNY and the Hollies were both memorable bands. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Date: 9/24/2018 2:36:00 PM
Amazing I forget what I did last week lol but when I hear an old song I know all the words and the memories flood back:-) Hugs Jan xx
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Date: 9/24/2018 11:21:00 AM
When I hear music from the late 60's and early 70's, I am 17 years old, driving a hundred miles an hour on the freeway, invincible and young again.
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Date: 9/24/2018 11:19:00 AM
That's the way the whole thing started - silly but it's true. Thinking of a sweet romance, beginning in a queue.. Pure poetry and that's why it stays with you over the years - when it fits the occasion. Great poem Ilene.
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