I can't help it. Sweet baby James just appears with his guitar, does his thing, tucks congress into bed and goes out on the porch and has a pipe. Bless him and those sweet tones that emerge from his un-aging vocal chords.
"I want to take a look one more time. I'm not going to see this again." And then, beaming with pride and humility, Mr President looks out over the crowd that doesn't deserve him. I think my heart melted, because there's water coming out of my eyes...
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There is no one like James Taylor.
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