I was born Just before the Second World War started. It wasn't my fault, and I do not remember much about it, except that at the end of the war, my father allowed me out of the shelter to observe a dog fight in the sky. I was born With a voice to sing. I have never, ever appreciated how wonderful a gift this was, until it was taken away from me by my Parkinsons. I now can't sing but I want to. I remember being in a church choir at 5, when my mother...
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