Old Wood

at one end a finishing crack actually only a hair line fracture left of the sound hole of my old mandolin depression era circa 1930's depresses me even with one string broken soft pick strumming her pear shaped body

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David Mchattie

Date: 4/8/2019 2:45:00 PM

Very thoughtful. Well done.

Jeff Connelly
Date: 4/8/2019 10:34:00 PM

Thanks so much David.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 4/8/2019 1:28:00 PM

Some of your best work here. Poignant, elegant piece. xomo

Jeff Connelly
Date: 4/8/2019 10:48:00 PM

Your opinion, and Elsa Rosee's, mean the most to me (as does my true Muse.) You are the true poets. I just bounce around words like a basketball and hope if I dribble and drive forward I might get one through the hoop. I do truly bow to the 3 of you. Thank you.