MY OLD GIBSON HONEYA Poem by Eagle CruaghMy Old Gibson Honey
She`s just an old Gibson
With a crooked bridge
And when I hit her
She whines
She`s kinda beat up and old
But she`s mine
When I feel her round bottom
And rub her strings she shines
This sweet little thing is so mellow
She loves my corny songs
And when we are together
We just belong
This scratchy old Gibson
Makes everybody swoon
She makes that love`n music
When I finger her beneath the moon
----Eagle Cruagh
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Added on October 9, 2012Last Updated on October 9, 2012 AuthorEagle CruaghCAAbout-------It is your mind---- that creates this world--- -----Buddha ----------------------- eaglecruagh.blogspot.com .. more..Writing
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