Guitar Poem by Jazmin Baird
Guitar
Smoothe face, Long neck.
When it plays say what the Heck.
Lose your Self and Fall Apart,
Swing your hips when the singin starts.
Move your feet side to side,
Put your glass down and join with ride.
Hold out your hand and spin around,
Drop Down low don't hit the ground.
Now All you ladys blow a kiss,
Come on now picture this.
The guitar is playin soft and slow,
Looks like we all have to go! !
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4/23/2024 1:18:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice. Reminds me of a country social that we use to have by my grandma.