When I was really young, just on the periphery of puberty, the song "MacArthur Park" first appeared, and I thought it was just great--especially the instrumentation. I also thought it defined love--remember, girls, I was 12. One side of our house was on a small hill, and I can recall that summer as one big "MacArthur Park" blur, so that, whenever its opening strains sounded outside, via our radio, I would roll up and down on the hill, in romantic ecstasy. This was what I thought I wanted--back then.
Consider it my Valentine's Day gift, to you all! Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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