Time moves more quickly as the years go by: Moves? — Races! Or, have I slowed down?

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This is the way we brush our hair, brush our hair, brush our hair. This is the way we brush our hair, so early in the morning, played round and round on the little record player the lady sent with me when I went to live with my mother. It was 1951.

Tappity tap, tappity tap tap; I’d sing and dance around.