Six String Love Affair:
Six Dean Markley strings,
How my Maton sings,
Resting upon my bridge and nut,
Watch me closely watch me strut.
With my Maton body, I caress,
Creating electric dreams to mess,
Hammer offs and hammer ons,
Add in riffs to complete the songs.
Down acoustic streams, I float,
Playing by ear the music I wrote,
Listening to what the music said,
Playing till my fingers bleed.
Duffing here and duffing there,
Those squealing strings everywhere,
Time for me to flick my licks,
Amongst other guitar tricks.
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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