I am still trying to correct the alignment of my story photos. In any case I am feeling so wonderfully excellent today! I am about to go and buy a vintage “Squire” Fender copy. It is light blue just like the used student model trat I purchased years ago. That older guitar had a whammy bar. That leaden feature snapped off one day after a wannabe player went a bit wild on it. Just enough it was. I somehow believe that I will become, my so much my younger self with that light blue Squire, that I am unable to resist the urge. With today being one of the most beautiful days of the year, I am all set and ready for action. I was going to warm up for my test of said instrument, yet am becoming too excited about it all. Will I bring a strap and walk around like a troubadour!? Will I walk through the woods playing for the “other” animals? All will be fine by later this afternoon, I think.
From My Unfinished Book Of Poems/Song Lyrics; How long ’til the petals drop, now so well fastened until they stop, we’re in a season’s long flowing stream, and in the fading sunlights beam, our hearts are promised and so well sealed, and quickly we cross and singing we hop, we’ll always feel we’re at the top, yet in failing as the balloons now pop, we’ll still scramble gayly and never ever stop.
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