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The Old Harp For Lorenna Mckennet

I found an old harp wood and reeds and silver clean [ an harmonica ] it was a Gem in an old Salvation Army store they did not know the value and so with me it rode Oh how it plays I have carried and played it Oh so many many days many and on so many roads and along so many many ways It has been taken then returned and stashed in drawers and pack pouches and tent places and im sure tis have suffered more than even I But, lo and thanks the old awesome Irish harp still plays and sounds it's magic unto this day when I am given breath and spirit and will to play The old Irish harp the best one I have ever had But now you know it makes me sad but also glad I must needs buy a new one and so retire it alas it is no longer fit but oh Lord I do so love it She does not play the way she used to do but I will keep her yet and with that will say adieu graydye 17 feb. 2011

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Date: 10/4/2014 11:35:00 PM
I am a huge Lorenna McKennet fan and her works have the special power to transport me through time and space. Thank you for sharing this lovely tribute! Excellent piece! Pandita
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Date: 10/4/2014 4:03:00 PM
I have felt this feeling too - treasured things with us of memories past .
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