Music Man Poem by Lea Simpson
Music Man
He holds his instrument
Breathes deeply
Pursing his mouth
Resting it on his lips
His sliding fingers seek the right spot
And he plays
I respond in song
LEA....WE'RE TALKIN SOME SERIOUS TUNE HERE...AND THIS CD WOULD BE WHERE? ...JUST SPOOFIN' WITH YA, LEA...ALOT TO MUSE ON IN A MERE 28 WORDS....A MARVEL OF IMAGERY HERE...SPLENDID WRITE & THANK YOU FOR VISITING MY WORK THE OTHER DAY...HOPE YOU RE-VISIT SOONM AS I WILL DO THE SAME...''''''''''''FRANK
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5/2/2024 3:24:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
you might already know there are many amateurs but very few maestros. did he make first chair? Jake