Musician. Poem by Bernadette O Reilly

Musician.



There is something timeless
about the creak of the chair.
As he rests his bottom there.
Strums his guitar.
Dressed in black.

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Bernadette O Reilly

Bernadette O Reilly

14th January 1959
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