The lyrics were incomprehensible to me at the time, but I knew even then that I wanted to be Miss American Pie.
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On the day my mother died, I unplugged
the stereo at a time when record clubs
still sent out their selections of the month
Grandpa bought the place for cheap back in the sixties, a Communist blessing. Grandpa did good for high-ranking Reds. Black-and-white photographs of him with the Chairman hang where house guests will look.
As the sole woman to occupy a throne at the meeting point of heaven and earth, this extraordinary personage is perhaps a perfect fit for Shan’s grandiose writing style.