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Dec 2013
Placing Rebekah in her box
And storing her in the garage
Nevermind it cost me my teenage savings
To have her in my ownership back then
Lord knows I have tried
To master this fine art that comes easily to some
Memory fails me
Consistency is key
I am impatient and my fingers are rigid
And in all honesty I am not gifted in that general category

Don't get me started on the barrage of requests from family members
who beg me to whip out Rebekah at family affairs
With full expectation ofΒ Β me blowing them away
Highly unlikely, folks

Perhaps I could leave her in the corner of my room
For aesthetic purposes
She is after all a beauty.
Rebekah is my acoustic guitar, I **** at playing. I really wanted to be able to jam some good ol' mellow acoustic numbers then progress to electric, I had it all planned out. ha ha ha?

A chair would probably be better at playing than me.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
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