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High-Flyin' Rock Star

Johnny Ray was a high-flyin' rock star His songs thrilled teenyboppers near and far Yet Johnny wanted more Not some two-bit punk whore But a woman who could pluck his guitar

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 7/1/2021 6:08:00 PM

I am sure they made sweet music together. Enjoyed.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 7/1/2021 8:56:00 PM

She plucked. He counted the bucks. lol. :) gw

Terry Flood

Date: 7/1/2021 5:22:00 PM

And there was I, expecting a euphemism. I hope she plucked his guitar with a nice steady rhythm, Gershon. Terry

Gershon Wolf
Date: 7/1/2021 8:53:00 PM

Me too. Kum-ba-ya and all that. :) gw

Tom Cunningham

Date: 7/1/2021 3:42:00 PM

Lol, is that all he wanted her for.

Mike Gentile

Date: 7/1/2021 11:40:00 AM

And you are a High Flyin' Rock Star writer GW!!! Happy Thursday!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 7/1/2021 7:23:00 PM

Yes, indeed. Gershon the rock star... And Donald Trump -- 'The Great Black Hope!' lol. Thanks, Mike! :) gw

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/30/2021 11:31:00 PM

Johnny always wants more. Smile. Smile.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 7/1/2021 7:21:00 PM

Johnny didn't give a pluck. He just wanted... Oh, Caren! You didn't think it, did you?! Naughty, naughty! ... to make a buck. ~ Show me the Money, Honey