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Bill MacEachern
Poems
Sep 2016
Pocket Pal
Picked it up
When just a kid
Found I had talent
Was just always hid
Play it by ear
No music is read
Lucky that way
It's all in the head
Whip it out!!
Is what I hear say
Whip it out!!
And let's hear you play
Blues is my music
Makes me happy
Blues is the music
My ears plainly see
Jonathan Edwards
In his shanty
Makes room for
Wammer Jammer Dickie
My Harps always there
When happy or sad
I whip it right out
Even when I am mad
My Harp is my Friend
A true pocket Pal
I love my Harmonica
Can't you all tell
Written by
Bill MacEachern
64/M/Boston
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