February 3, 1959 Dawn Rye | Writer “…but February made me shiver, with every paper I’d deliver.  Bad news on the doorstep.  I couldn’t take one more step.  I can’t remember if I cried, when I read about his widowed bride.  But something touched me deep inside, the day the music died.”  The words of…

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