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New Axe (Guitar)
It's coming tonight
Across the water
in the back of a van
I hope its wrapped tight
for the long fight ahead
of it's long life
A blue friend
Who can hit long
notes each time
A midnight cowboy
who can ride high
Storm clouds passing by
Sing to me sweet axe
of days gone by
of life to come at the
edge of town
Sing to me of everything
the passing clowns
The high rollers and the
people who fall down
I cannot wait for you to
unpack ...just an axe
like no other axe
Crossing the water tonight
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Too much intellectual pride and not enough intellectual beauty
To Thine own Self be True
The Frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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