possessed strings

Incense burning near the bed she had 6 strings possessed of beauty in the house of echoes that never slept. I sat listening with an unsuspecting heart her smile captured my being like a puddle catches raindrops in early spring.

Give me that thing

Give me that thing that thing with 12 strings let my fingers create chords my heart hum along .   Give me words to sing sing like a country boy paint a picture of living buck wild..

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