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Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
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I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
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She has laughed as softly as if she sighed,
She has counted six, and over,
Of a purse well filled, and a heart well tried -
Oh, each a worthy lover!
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Last night I went to bed at eleven
And dreamed I went to Poetry Heaven.
Keeper of the Gate was not Saint Peter
But Robert Frost - - hey, what could be sweeter?
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Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
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The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
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Pelican blues, jay walking on velvet souls
Somber and detach, mayhem
Pickering the night of pre dawn
The choir of your anger, screaming
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March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky,
vague earthly vapours progress in secret,
things slip to silence one by one.
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When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
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Once a great guitar contortionist
alluded to the Axis
He provided peculiar clues
to a mystery that still hadn't been solved
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Young and tender – like a green coconut with sweet juices
Soft skin – as soft as an infant
Red blushes face – as red as the ‘Red Sun’
Sweet voice – like a hungry Dolphin echo
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Genius is not a generous thing
In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover
And it resents fame
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A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far
A car is a car
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I work all day,
Said Simple John,
Myself a house to buy.
I work all day,
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It seems someone has cast a dark net
And the town has become a trout caught in that net;
It seems no morning has ever approached here, -
The town has sub-merged in an over-flowing darkness.
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I fell out of love: that’s our story’s dull ending,
as flat as life is, as dull as the grave.
Excuse me-I’ll break off the string of this love song
and smash the guitar. We have nothing to save.
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I woo'd a woman once,
But she was sharper than an eastern wind.
Tennyson
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Every morning in the deep woods of the concrete jungle
With my near and dear ones I sing a coarse musical,
Humans raise from their good night sleep with a frown of unpalatable
They call me ‘Crow’ and express their acerbity with a scowl,
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The other day I wrote a poem after being surprised to meet……
as I began my morning walk…a guitar stain in the street.
Well, it appears looking that a stain in the street is similar to looking at the clouds…
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Take you the guitar and sing you,
Hare Rama, hare Krishna,
Hare Rama, hare Krishna,
Rama-Rama, Krishna-Krishna,
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Six Different strings are strumming together
Shinning fretboard from the bulb in darker
Sweet melody is played by the player
Shadow of the dark has been gone forever
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In Bob Dylan
In Dylan
See I Blake,
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The guitar rattles making sounds
Sudden creation of music is alive
All the string dance to the guitar sound
Played endlessly - never shuts up
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Bitter night
seventeen degrees
all is covered
in frozen white
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Looking behind the men playing guitar and singing, a wooden symbol of our flag, its stars and stripes reaching out to everyone.
Showing us that freedom and our nation still belong to we American citizens only, feeling a peaceful entity of God above standing with us against evil and corruption.
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Eddie Van Halen could really play well the guitar.
And he had one of the best rock bands by far.
David Lee Roth helped make the band great.
The song Jump was one of their best songs to date.
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At dawn on the boat, someone plays guitar
By the sound of guitar the boat go off middle of river
Without boatman.
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There is the story of the man with the guitar, out of tune and old,
desperate and poor he walked along at night counting stars quiet and bold.
The crossroad of choices in this bright moon presents it's self revealing,
a mysterious person in elegant suit and a golden smile appeared quite appealing.
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