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Nov 2019
Bones in His Guitar
there was this guitar picker
who'd dress in an all black suit
everytime a thunderstorm
would make a move on his
bones.
he'd lean against a lamppost--
fedora tipped down, and
play the same old song.
until the bones in his guitar
were picked out.
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