Prohibition

i have a pear
shaped mandolin
depression era
that has surely
sinned in
speakeasies
in the '30's
because my
fingering has
never been so
beautifully
dirty
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Mchattie Avatar
May 11, 2019 at 3:37 PM
Ah. The stories it could tell. Good job my friend.
Connelly Avatar
May 11, 2019 at 10:37 PM
Yes David exactly what I thought as I played it in the store and bought it thinking even more; who had played this since the 1930s?
Pigeon Tart Avatar
May 11, 2019 at 11:45 AM
Ah yeah. Fantastic poem! x
Connelly Avatar
May 11, 2019 at 10:35 PM
Thanks so much Maureen. Art in the beauty of its own being. I love this mandolin.
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