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I love the movie "Walk the Line."
I don't know why.
I just do.
I don't think I would have ever recognized a Johnny Cash song before I saw it. After seeing the movie, we bought a Johnny Cash CD. Dan bought the DVD for me.
Now I think I need this.
I can't help but smile when I think of my baby falling asleep to the tune of "Folsom Prison Blues" being plunked out on a xylophone with tinkling bells in the background.
It's enough to make me want to cry, cry, cry.
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