Earworms of the past
An email I wrote to a friend just now brought back to mind - persistently - the hymns from the church choir that I haven't been part of since I was 17. Now that is an earworm with staying power. (Or, as the Ropers might call it, Brain Sludge. Though I don't expect my former choir director would have appreciated that description.)
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If you feel OK about it (hymns can be tricky), filk it--"and punch in the presence of the passen-jares!"
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Ann O.
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