I knew a man.He played guitar for change.I’d buy him this and that.So he wouldn’t betoo cold and hungry.
I knew a man.Who informed me thatbeer is liquid bread.This wisdom passed onto me.
I knew a man.Who was kicked offthe white church steps.Because Christwould have done the same.
I knew a man.Whose guitar got stolen.And couldn’t play for change.So, we got him a new one.
His songs were generallyone chord butonce he recorded an album.And only few in town has it.Cherished like the Ark of the covenant.
I sat at his funeral.His family flooded the home.His casket looked barewithout his guitar.
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