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Heavy blues in the room. Through the haze, ash and sound, he caresses Lucille and then plays on.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
B.B. King
Heavy blues in the room. Through the haze, ash and sound, he caresses Lucille and then plays on.
I wrote this years ago as a tribute to the blues legend - it's even more relevant now, with his recent passing.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
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