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New Mown Hay (1962) In Memory is the scent of new mown hay wafted softly over moonlit, prairie fields. Car radio music eased the tensions. Fingers, hormones and pounding hearts collided. CKOM radio's "Hi-Fi Club" with "Digger" Dave Palmer spinning the platters blasted over empty high school stadiums, riverbank parking lots and secluded fields. No past or future. There was only present. Only that one unforgettable moment forever etched indelibly in Memory. At the time, it seemed, a moment to die for. Clumsy fingers fumbled with stubborn buttons. Heaving breasts longed to be released at last. Guilt, knowing that parents would be home waiting. Excuses that begged for plausibility. Many a romance was started or ended to a favorite beat, harmony or chorus. The first three bars still stimulate the passion and bring the past thundering to the foreground. Where are those unforgettable moments now? Where are those raging hormones and pounding hearts? I look back, over years of maturity and long for the scent of fresh, damp, new mown hay.
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