http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XWmwvT8bCw 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 dead from drugs or a rich, rich man with plenty. 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