New Poem! Ode to Guitar Players

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Ode to Guitar Players by Michael Rays What meaneth one who says ‘I play guitar’? A batch of basic chords strummed ‘round the fire An introverted teen who’d be a star woodshedding endless blues licks on a Squier? A young gal voicing jazz chords warm and pure An old man finger-picking on the porch A […]