This morning, my mother made chicken soup from the remains of the chickens roasted with rosemary for my father's birthday. This evening, we made knaidlach from the remains of the matzah we have been eating all week. This is so traditional, it should come as no surprise I bought an illustrated retelling of Ansky's The Dybbuk this afternoon from Curious George & Friends.
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- 1: Reading your mind is like foreign TV
- 2: When you turn a solemn promise to a blatant lie
- 3: If one year's back on my shoulder
- 4: Me, I'm a rotten audience before I've had my coffee
- 5: I'm not on my own
- 6: You know what comes right after the dark
- 7: I wish I grew Annapolis apples up above Fundy Bay
- 8: Kicking a peach pit till I worry it's blue
- 9: I liked you better when you weren't cool
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