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whose Studio is it

Whose studio is it? Johnny Cash? Elvis? Willie? We made lots of guesses of course. Not realizing it was our cousin Norris. Norris is always building one thing or another. He cannot get along with employers or his brother. What will he do with it? Someone brave asked us. Rock and roll bound? Suggested our cousin Gus. Norris built guitar-shaped studio because he had nothing else to do. In between jobs again, without a clue. He still lives at home and he is sixty-two. Nothing new said his mother. Nothing new.

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