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I'll never talk about what it's not, but I'll tell you what it is It's the jaw harps sound, clear as spring water in open mouths It's an echo clear in a budding clearing And clear enjoyment in the crinkling eyes of a crying wish And as for my old mentor, his name was Kitten Lips Because he purrrrrred when he performed on it
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
The Harmonica
I'll never talk about what it's not, but I'll tell you what it is It's the jaw harps sound, clear as spring water in open mouths It's an echo clear in a budding clearing And clear enjoyment in the crinkling eyes of a crying wish And as for my old mentor, his name was Kitten Lips Because he purrrrrred when he performed on it
Tuesday 12 - Closed it out with a true story. Had some fun for an hour in change. GG.
colmistoirm
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
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