Venus Neptune Hall Of Mirrors / Music, For Those On The Wavelength

“P, I heard that guy singing about Rosemary today and I thought, oh no!” the soldier said. “That guy must have met P. He knows, P and now he’s singing about her.”

“What, Rosemary?”

“Love grows where my Rosemary goes,” he sang.  “I heard that and just knew he must have met ya, P? I wonder why, P, told that guy her name was, Rosemary. I don’t remember P going by Rosemary.  That poor bastard.”

“Poor bastard?”

“Yep, because P left him and there he is singin’ about her and I’m sure she doesn’t even remember him…”

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