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Friday, April 26, 2013
He Stopped Loving Her Today
I've wept to this song so many times, one more time today for good ol' George who gave me my first sip of the intoxicating cocktail of old time country's pathos and cornpone that always makes my belly shake with laughing and sobbing in equal measure.
Oh, that tale of unrepentant endless love. Oh, that midpoint spoken soliliquy over the sweet coos of the background singers. And George's endless stare -- was it a result of all those bottles, all those pills, all those divorces, all those years missing Tammy?
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