My cheap Mitchell carelessly brokenA Poem by Steevenmitchell is low end brand of guitarB-Vitamins
finger sweat and steel Wood
heated long seated beneath sun Perspiring
scotch spilled on neck Green
like snap peas not collards When
you slipped on dew-grass Earth
from my work arms Not
from the ground of your ancestors Big
body hip on my lap We
didn’t like feel of a strap There
were some good times Hearing
you sing When
E - - - - e I
was touching © 2012 SteevenReviews
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