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This old spirit talked of folk songs and the blues    A satchel plagued of ripped threads hung around his transient fingers     Regards to what this drowsy mellow aroma  splintered in the walks, tapping of the feet came rampant , straw hat origin of the mountain trails on a smoky rose day     A Salt n peppered  hair woman singing with the wind of gold chained lover with the coal smothered smooch , shined down a little on those lake fronts   Unison was beautiful on that shady daze , music awoke my wonder