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January 27, 2010

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Jenn

So glad to see you writing again! Miss you, my friend!

JC Courbon

Here is my playlist of Emily's videos, one is mine, 3 of them have english subtitles (mine, not very good), and some of them have the french lyrics.

http://www.dailymotion.com/playlist/xnf52_jc-c_emily/1

And if you want to hear her in a recent song in english, here is the video I made few days ago :

http://jc-courbon.com/WorldOfAnger0.htm

Regards. JCC

anita

That was a beautiful song and a lovely way to start the day. Thanks for sharing!

Melissa

Just perfect! Thanks for sharing this!

Ellie

I'm glad to read you again. With 2 posts in january you are back in my ''favorites''! May I suggest Coeur de pirate and Pierre Lapointe, from the Quebec province of Canada so they write and sing in french. You might like them?

Kyla

Last night I took the cutest little 7 month old baby to her room in the hospital...she had biliary atresia and of course, I thought of you guys. Nice to find you in my reader again!

Liz

I love your music choices! Feel free to share any old favorites or new finds.

  Falling Down Movie

I liked your choice..I am looking forward for new as well as old music..I am sure I will like it..

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    staring
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    began
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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