Friday, September 21, 2012

Mandolin

Been treating my Mandolin like a stranger, and in turn the Mandolin wont allow me closeness. Music indeed has distanced itself somewhat, and I plead for mercy, and I then have to enter my memory, and the scenes of times when there was oneness and the days had no end, and all of heart was in tune with the magic.
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Saturday, September 15, 2012

Strangeness

Women are strange, or is it just her? Or is it me perhaps?
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