Robert Johnson

For "Ole" Robert Johnson,
It was so Instrumental. 
He went to the crossroads.
Sold His soul to the Devil.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Rodrigues Avatar
May 5, 2023 at 9:29 AM
You’ve said it! At the crossroads we meet our maker and decide which way to go! I’ve often thought so. A fave!
Elless Avatar
May 8, 2023 at 5:03 PM
Kim, What a nice compliment. Thank You. Keep Rolling.
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