lousy guitarist

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This is the story.

Submitted: December 30, 2015

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This guitarist didn't have a clue on how's to play the blues

guitarist do not know how to strum the guitar

oh my, only headaches coming from his way of duce

finger tips are bloody black

still can't play his guitar nor keeping a track

how? how to make his guitar to sound?

yeah, when he plays his guitar, he hears a laughing clown

mo', mo' control, mo' practice, mojo sadness?

cause he ain't no guitarist and he ain't singing no preliminary

above all

he does cleans and polish his pretty guitar, and that's all

no tune coming out from 6 strings, when played he gets dazed

oh my precious guitar, he says

nothing I do for you, but all I care to give some moods

all is just a dream

yes, he is a nice buddy, he's no Eric Clapton's Cream.

 


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