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Rue is a fascinating word. It can mean "to be sorry for; regret". Or, in French......"a street". Or, "a plant of the Mediterranean region with leaves that have a strong smell and a bitter taste." (Probably, you would suffer "regret" if you tasted them!)
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That sad little poem above, "With Rue My Heart Is Laden", is familiar to me for some reason. It seems I may have sung it years ago as a solo for music contest in high school. It's title resides in the same cubicle of my mind as two other songs that I definitely recall singing:
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Our vocal music teacher assigned songs for us to sing; I didn't choose these.
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Have a wonderful day! I don't know about you, but I'm shocked that we're past the middle of July already!! Where does summer go?
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