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Quatrain of Guitar Picker
Quatrain of Guitar Picker


Guitar Picker - a guitar wailer

1.
I finessed the guitar until
the melody stuck
to the
floor,


I wailed on the strings as
though I was
about to
score.


Sounds rumbled right off
the stage slapping
eager
ears,


Played wild and heavy
shredding notes
with pruning
shears.

2.

I was not trying to impress or
overwhelm my eager
listeners,


I wanted to blow out tunes
and cut up
notes with a
scissors.


As the place began rockin',
I found myself
drinking
liquor,


But my next gig, I vowed
to be a sober
guitar
picker.


(Praise the Lord)

Yorktown Disciple
1996
Order # 1642
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