He plays his guiter with his suit and tie,
and screams, you must step out of your
self, and fall into this world, then slowly
back away from this so called party made
for two, and be content with whats left, even
if you find yourself stupid, , , and alone.
She wipes the sweat off his strings, and
tunes his guiter to a 440, then exlains the
idea of chords, but the sound is eithere
them, , , , , or from you.
He plays his guiter with his suit and tie,
she smiles at him and saids, i see you
latter, and dont forget to pick the kids up.

DAVID GERARDINO

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