This late morning, still cold, blustery, wet
Wanting a harmonica, wanting to be fit
To measure-out Swing Low, Sweet Chariot,
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Sounds like you dream of playing the harmonica, like I do the accordion.
ReplyDeleteYou know, Willow,
ReplyDeleteIt's probably not easy to do, but listen to this; my late-onset asthma mandates that I bolster my lung capacity, and one way is to "play an instrument!".
I guess I can write that mouth harp off on my taxes as a medical expense? (Or am I only allowed the mental therapy?)
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