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monorhymed quintet Aunty Karen, what is this? A guitar, my little miss, this is how you play, sweet sis. Her music makes both dogs hiss; but to Ella, it is bliss. written 30 March 2016

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Date: 5/2/2016 7:57:00 AM
When I was a boy, I wanted a guitar. My parents gave me a plastic toy guitar, and I was so upset. So I never became a jukebox hero. Loved the write!
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Date: 4/4/2016 10:11:00 AM
Wonderful painting, Reason, congratulations on your win!!
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Date: 3/31/2016 12:25:00 AM
Congrats on ur deserved top podium with this awesome write Reason..
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Date: 3/30/2016 8:49:00 PM
Reason, thank you for your amazing entry in my personal contest :)-luloo
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Date: 3/30/2016 7:13:00 PM
I've responded to your comment on my Element Wind poem ... hope I've answered your question :)
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Date: 3/30/2016 6:58:00 PM
Pretty adorable, Reason. When you're lost in the music, you don't care what others (humans or animals) think. I've had this experience with piano, though with guitar I'm a lost cause.
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