For Some, Neneh’s No Joni . . . Period
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I suppose that tomorrow we’ll find that T.S. Elliot was the Stevie Nicks of poetry or that Mary Tyler Moore is the Millard G. Fillmore of tap-dancing. Where does this kind of thing end?
P.H. (TIM) CUTTING JR.
Malibu
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