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Jun 2015
I once had a guitar,
Where the frets would scratch my hand,
As I played.

The scratches reminded me,
Of my scratchy chords in the beginning.

But I kept playing,
Because I wanted to play my music,
And it kept scratching.

After awhile,
My hand built up a resistance,
And my music was heard.
Follow your dreams. It feels rough at first and is hard. But if with time and effort, anything can happen.
Ben McDermott
Written by
Ben McDermott  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
   Kelley A Vinal
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