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Show '-Harvest moon I ain't had no lovin-1 •Don't judge us by that group* the married saints said, 'the divorced ones' retrograde behavior - these ladies could worry a bishop like King Lear where the daughters* ingratitude brought the aged father to madness and death There was little for me here or at the Marriott where doormen in white helmets look like the empire in service against the Sikhs and I was ready for the young lady from Bountiful a town where 30,000 people live like William Blake She's in the musical theatre out here not temperamentally suited for Broadway but it's in her family her mother in and out of the tabernacle choir like basketball's sixth man and always a spot for Little Deborah at The Promised Valley Playhouse currently with the picaresque hero 'Are you Dulcinea?' I inquire, 'No' she said perkily, 'I am the niece Antonia' She trots me out to church and there's a chorister leading the tune too slow like Orrin Tucker's Especially for You her knob hill with a mild crime problem lately the bishop warns 'Watch out for cars that don't belong in the ward' then they sang'What Was Witnessed in the Heavens?1 |