Strung OutA Poem by Frieda PLike strings on a guitar, you composed a siren song each chord progression concise and masterfully strummed intermezzos composition conducted to rhythm of jazzy blues orchestrated under a fully acoustic half lit darkly moon my untuned eyes did not see the sheet music had been played by the heartbreaker maestro of a million sad concertos
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Added on May 25, 2013Last Updated on May 27, 2013 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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