I knew someone who played guitar.
I bought it for a 20.
I thought he'd do it all. But me?
I'd not be worth a penny..
I found him just the other day.
Upon that world wide web.
Figured he'd be a rich, rich man.
Or maybe he'd be dead.
But there he was alive
and well not in some exotic clime.
and there he was with out his hair
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