Michael McDermott - "Willow Springs" (EXPLICIT)

Hard to choose a song from one of my favorite artists and dear friend. I chose this one for a few reasons. When I got divorced 7 years ago, my 25-year friendship with Michael, our time together on the phone... This album and song saved my ass.

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