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The sound of its strings
echo my heart from the rich low resonance that brings sustained memories of years long past to the joyful treble and midrange strumming that mark my fleeting nimble passions and all the humming day to day love you offer. When I play my guitar, I play you. When I play my guitar, I hold you, I may fret you, I may pick you, but I play you over and over until the aging ear of this heart will no longer hear. |
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ahhh Gerry ....how moving xx
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Very nice... I like it!
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