Monday, September 13, 2010

An old man at a party bowed his head and wept quietly but profusely while a young lady sang the plaintive ballad, "My Old Kentucky Home," in a high soprano voice. The hostess tiptoed up to him and inquired sympathetically, "Pardon me, are you a Kentuckian?"

"No, madam," the tearful one replied, "I'm a musician."

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