So maybe you've heard the tale of a Frenchman romancing a woman he met online and finally discovering ... she's his mother.
Nope, not true, and don't let anyone forward it to you and claim it is.
And just hum this song under your breath:
"So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place.
I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face.
It was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh, it's you."
And we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew"..." (warning: audio)
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And the sad part is that Rupert Holmes has done a lot of other good stuff, but that song is going to be mentioned in the first line of his obit. Poor guy.
drbear I loved his novel, "Where the Truth Lies". And, of course, "The Mystery of Edwin Drood".
But you are sooo right.
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