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the guitar
thanks mark at big music or whatever the store was. for tuning the guitar I never once saw my spouse play but that he was able to tune and YouTube and the app - still couldn't figure it out....I adore singing and playing guitar just makes it beautiful to me (I try to play quietly the guitar and sing louder so my mistakes aren't as obvi.)
(in all honesty, I served the spouse contempt and gave him signals from day one - his ukulele play "why don't you wait until your children are around - they never get to hear you.")
and the times that his second wife sang in the tear-ridden depths of her secret soul.
video games
my "car" had sat empty in the yard
for seven months of fallow while I wiled away my only thought
towards dying in my
own arms
again
and mark at the music store tuned it for free - telling me that the first three strings should sound like "here comes the bride".
my communication is saw awkward live, and I'm sure I babbled hosannas. today I wrote and played a song and have those lovely callouses zinging as I type even.
throwing you away again.
doubt that will be my biggest sin
today
throwing you unto the end
prise the prize from in your tends to
surprise you're it the hit
that lasted even now
throwing you away somehow
throwing me away and how
the price I paid is still in my way
today
Asking for your anything can't even find
your diamond ring
today
Throwing you away Andrew knowing it was
never true anyway
there's the biggest part of me sitting with you in that
tree
little boy
Laugh it up as I try to mend the
broken backbone
I allowed
throwing me away again this will surely be the end
Andrew
wondering how I'll ever spare the thought of
giving you a caring
been
trash
day
and.... that was my Sunday song. I tend to do my self-imposed homework both sporadically and last minute.
now to my malaise about Hemingway - what nostalgia I feel every time I read him or about him...even though I hate trophy sporting...
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