I wrote this poem about my Mom and her taking guitar lessons! She is working really hard at it! I have changed the name of Mom's instructor to 'Bill".
Come on over, sit right here;
Come and play your magic here.
Worlds come and go, to the tune,
Fingers find it to be home and dear.
Practice playing, yes I see,
Persistance makes a beautiful sound!
Come and see me, Bill dear,
you will not believe your ears!!!!!!
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Ron.
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Cheers,
Dan