Charles Hardin Holleyearly February boarded a plane to spare the journey  overland. He soared above the earth, to find an early grave,and leave sweet music in the air,a wife, to grieve. Rave on, Buddy Holly, rave —the airwaves vibrate words of loveinto the upper atmosphere: the hum of turtledoves. © 2023 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfollv1111I R.I.P. Charles Hardin Holley,... Continue Reading →