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Guitar Dreams

Bitter night
	seventeen degrees
all is covered
	in frozen white

comforters and blankets
	piled so high
tugged up high
	warmth to seek

Christmas time
	just days away
my night is filled
	with guitar dreams

there was a girl
	in earlier days
when I was young
	in velvet prime

I did sing
	in choirs then
and did croon
	solos sweet

she did dream
	and did long
that just for her
	I’d sing my song

she did seek
	a music store
where she did buy
	a steel guitar

a present then
	she made to me
that I might then
	for her sing

steel wires
	so narrow they
strung so tight
	for tender flesh

six to press
	with fingers five
twisted to shapes
	that hurt my flesh

books of songs
	I did buy
and practiced hard
	so many hours

steel too hard
	and calluses too slow
I did sell
	that steel guitar

classic ones
	with nylon strings
my fingers found
	to be easier be

and more hours
	so many long
I did play
	a classic guitar

so long ago
	when I did try
and I did fail
	to play guitar

in dark of night
	at Christmas time
I do dream
	of bass guitars

strings of four
	and a lower pitch
that I could tune
	to a open G

then to barre
	with finger straight
then playing chords
	would simpler be

and the pitch
	much lower then
to match my voice
	deep and low

I do dream
	in dark of night
that I might play
a bass guitar

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