Gosh it feels exhilarating and certainly ones imagination can run wild..whistling as you pass a graveyard late at night. Of course my bikes carrier rack was unfixed and I had to walk past it very slowly...what are the odds. whilst carrying a guitar. This was so much like the story I told my grown son from a failed relationship with an artist lady. How I almost didnt meet your mom. Walked all night to Dayton to play and sing Love is all around me to Teresita @1973..chickened out after I got there. Kind of similar situation. only Im just gonna play where ever fate takes me to. So there I was playing and singing YESTERDAY...and Til there was you. on a very rebellious, troublesome spiteful guitar. It stood and delivered but begrudgingly, just mad at me for neglect it so long. Dont be sweet strumming me mister. just really petulant..
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 16:54:44 +0000
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