Monday, July 28, 2014

But I got his guitar 1.0

 I knew someone who played guitar.
 I bought it for a 20.
I thought he'd do it all.
Me? I'd not do any.
I found him just the other day.
Upon that world wide web.
Figured he'd be a rich, rich man with plenty.
Or maybe he'd be dead.
But there he was alive
and well not in some exotic clime.
There he was looking back.
A victim of decline.
And here I am with stories.
As rich as any vagabond.
And there he is some Sansom
with all his hair long gone.
Writer Ann  7-28-14
I Got His Guitar

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