Music

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Song

Song

Drift with a song through the passage of time,
guitars playing music that holds to the line.
...

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Album from 1968

Songs over half a century old
Still great sounds to behold
Endured times test
Other...

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โ€˜A chip off the old blockโ€™

โ€˜A chip off the old blockโ€™

Wherever William went that toy trumpet did go
His little cheeks would constantly be inflated from...

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White Doves:

The Final Farewell

White Doves:

Your white doves dance in the
Summer breeze like
the curtains of the hotel room window...

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THE GUITAR LADY

In Paris she was known as a debutante
Made her first appearance in a restaurant
This little...

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The fiddle and a tambourine

The fiddle and a tambourine

Hey diddle diddle you played your fiddle as I banged my tambourine
We climbed up a hill and we...

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Shamrock Shindig ball

Shamrock Shindig ball

Sing me a sea shanty Irish song
Chant me a celtic melody
I shall dance along to the bang of...

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My Favorite Zombie

For Poetess Darklyโ€™s โ€œZombieโ€ Challenge

My Favorite Zombie

โ€œMy Favorite Zombieโ€ in the whole wide world, is one by the name of Rob;
He slays people with...

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The Scottish soldier

The Scottish soldier

Black watch tartan clad his knee length kilt swayed whilst walking
Burly built with bagpipes under...

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The Guitarist

The Guitarist

I'll sing you a song, sing along, twang twang,
maybe I'll save you, win you, tring, tring tring;...

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Acceptance

I walked until I reached civilization. When I was there I realized I was becoming uncivilized. Introverted...

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A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC

PLAYING CHOPIN F9R HER

A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC

A little night music
by
Jude kyrie

The moonlight spills
On the pathway like...

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Lazy Summers Day

Eighty-Four Pins is my first collection of Poetry available now...

Lazy Summers Day

Pavements melt,
The tarmac cracks,
The city creaks,
As it wakes,

It begins to...

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THE ACCORDION PLAYER


It was the accordion that was played
Making it one of my favourite songs ever made
It...

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FOLK SINGER

The life and times of a folk singer is tough
Not considered mainstream sure enough
Ordinary...

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RIP JOHN PRINE

A child was born and raised in Illinois
Learnt to play the guitar when he was a boy
Served...

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Lady Muse

Lady Muse

Nomadic hands for eyes to see.
Chafed palms caress neck on key.
Unlocking refrain a melody...