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Getting Better

Wandering through B J’s Using up the time it takes To mount four new tires I chanced upon a small guitar Leaning against a set of drums On a shelf at eye level I took it down and strummed it It was tuned as ever it could be I wondered as I put it back Who had taken the time Do you know anyone who sharpens fish hooks

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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