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Sep 2016
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
Bill MacEachern
Written by
Bill MacEachern  64/M/Boston
(64/M/Boston)   
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