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Though the 70's and 80's he sat headphones and guitar lost in the safety of music. a toke or two could ease the pain of the wrong woman stuck and the sweet guitar could work away the regret and anguish of another day disappointment waited when he went to bed a cold back white pajamas nothing said so he sat in the sun, watching seasons past after yardwork after dark after holiday parties heartwound deepening as his fingers made exquisite music keeping his soul alive

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Date: 7/24/2009 8:50:00 PM
wow this one rings a bell, only it's me with my guitar taking a toke or two, and this me existed 2 years ago so he's still very fresh in my memory...as are the heartwounds he felt. it's ok though, I think his soul made it out just fine, just like your subject who found solace in his six strings.
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Date: 7/23/2009 8:44:00 AM
seasons pass.......a true picture of despondency. Light & Love
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